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Your name will always ache.
I cross oceans for those who won’t step over puddles for me. My love is endless, yet it always drowns me
“I need to learn how to stop destroying myself, stop being hard on myself, and be nice to myself.”
— Daul Kim
I keep telling myself that it’s normal. It’s normal to feel like this. That with every breath I take, there’s times I wish it were my last. It’s normal to feel the anxiety that courses through my vein, turning into adrenaline, making me want to do something reckless; but run away at the same time. It’s normal to have so much hatred for yourself, to want to cut of all the parts of yourself you don’t like.
But that’s the thing, everything is ‘normalized’ now. “you’re over exaggerating” “just stop being a pussy, and deal with it like the rest of us” “Just get a job, stop being lazy” That’s what they say.
Sometimes I wish they felt what I did. But deep down, I would never wish this upon anyone. Not even my worst enemy. But then again, I am my worst enemy.
Bad news, y'all
You really gotta write the damn book to become a published author
I start two amazing chapters every time just to quit 🥲 just to start a new story later.
I knew I was healing when I was no longer staring at the ground. But things have changed. I’m back to looking down at the concrete, as if it was a warm safe bed
My soul is tired, my mind is weak
My jagged scars, are mine to keep
There’s no love here, there’s none to give
Only blood shot eyes, and weak little limbs
The secrets I keep, the ones within,
Holds more for me. Then my will to live
I’ve tried so hard, but now I’m tired
My bleeding scars, are not desired
He loves me, he loves me not
I don’t understand, I wasn’t taught
So now I’m alone, in this retched place
Discarded and numb without a trace
How can anyone look at me? How can my own family look me in the eye?
I am absolutely disgusting. I can’t live with myself. I’m so disgusting. I don’t want to get out of bed. I don’t want to step out the door. I don’t want anyone to have to see me again!
Makeup does nothing. If anything it looks worse. I’m sickening.
I can’t look at myself anymore. I spent over half of my life hating myself and every inch of my body. Some days are worse than others. But, lately, looking back at myself makes me want to rip my skin apart. I can’t bare it anymore. I’m disgusting. No matter how good of a heart I have, it will never be enough for what’s shown on the outside. And anyone who says different, is a worthless liar, and has no fucking clue what it’s like. Maybe one day, I won’t have to do this anymore. But until then, I’ll continue hating every breath that I take.
normalize being ugly and unable to socialize. i am just a creature.
I can’t believe I fell for a guys words again! Fuck y’all 🖕🏻
“I wish I knew what to do with my life, what to do with my heart…I do nothing all day, boredom settles in, I look at the sky so I get to feel even smaller than I already feel and my mind keeps poisoning itself uselessly.”
— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath
“I still catch myself feeling sad about things that don’t matter anymore.”
— Kurt Vonnegut
If strangers online would stop making me fall in love with them, that would be great ❤️
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