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@glowmega
I fucking hate that I’m so extremely sensitive. I fucking hate that I get attached so easily and when I do I lose myself completely. I fucking hate that I can’t express my feelings and they just build up inside me and torture me. I fucking hate that I’m always afraid people will leave me. I fucking hate that I always feel so small and never good enough.
Everytime I eat I swear I gain 10 pounds.
starvation is key (via wasted-suicide)
I’m not happy with myself. I’m not comfortable with who I am. I don’t think I ever will be.
broken thoughts (via br-o-ken-poetry)
The people I care about keep leaving me.
(via br0ken-and-lost)
Just found this gif I made some time ago. I know it is “the people”. I made this gif when my English was worse so sorry.
I fear becoming toxic. The type of person people worry about “upsetting” or “setting off” because they can all see how fragile and sensitive I am. I fear becoming a burden. So I’m careful with what I give away. Careful with who I talk to. And even then, it doesn’t always work out for the best. I sometimes think I should lock myself away. Hide, and not talk to anyone at all, just to avoid it going sour in the end.
broken thoughts (via br-o-ken-poetry)
Depression in summer is weird. It’s not dark and brooding, for me - it’s white and hazy and confusing. You feel very absent from everyone and everything. And all the light seems a little too bright for your tired eyes.
broken thoughts (via br-o-ken-poetry)
Good things just never seem to actually happen. I’m so exhausted of hoping they will. Why can’t something just be good, and perfect, and easy? Why does it always have to be so needlessly complicated?
broken thoughts (via br-o-ken-poetry)