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littlewanderergg

Me: What could possibly go wrong today?

Anxiety: I'm so glad you asked.

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youngprettynheartless

THIS!!!

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wishingto-disappear

i don’t know what to do, i don’t know where we stand. can i reach out to you? can i talk to you? should i? has this time away from me made you realise that in fact you’re much happier without me as your friend? do you no longer want to be my friend? i don’t know what to do. i fear that if i don’t reach out to you, we will never talk again. maybe that’s what you want though. i don’t know. maybe it’s better for you if i stay out of your life forever. maybe it’s better if i stop bothering you and annoying you forever. i know you said you didn’t want that, but that was a while ago now. and you probably said it to spare my feelings. and even if you meant it, things have probably changed. i don’t know. i’m so fucking torn. what do i do?

sorryimessedupagain

I spent three weeks in a mental hospital and what I discovered there I feel like should be put into words.

we are not who you think we are.

the boy with turrets told the funniest jokes

the girl who raked her nails up and down her skin could create the most exquisite drawings

the girl who abused drugs had the wisest soul

the boy with schizophrenia had the biggest heart

the girl who tried to kill herself told the boy with insomnia stories to help lure him to sleep

the boy who wanted to kill himself had the deepest passion for cooking

the girl with slits and scars all over her body dried my tears and told me I was beautiful

the boy with anger issues gave the warmest hugs

the girl with bulimia told everyone every day that they looked beautiful in their bodies

the boy who was a compulsive liar told us that he wanted us all to get better, and that he was for once telling the truth

the girl who almost drank herself to death stood up for anyone that felt they were feeling bullied

the boy with social anxiety made sure nobody sat alone at meals

we are not who you think we are.

darkworld066

When I was a child I used to say that I’ll conquer the outer space, my eyes glued to those dots of light in the sky, my heart beating for that moon. I found peace up there, I found hope. I was so in love with something that was beyond my reach. Couple years later, the only thing I’m trying to conquer is my own mind. Cause’ as the years went by, it become my prison, my cage. But I still look up, and the sky is still there, and the stars still shine, and once again I smile like a hopeless fool. Suddenly I’m four again, my eyes full of wonder, my body dancing with those constellations, my poor broken heart feels warm again. I feel like… myself. No more depression, no more anxiety, no more panick attacks, no more…no more. Just peace and the sweet light of hope.

I think that falling in love with what’s up there is the best thing that has ever happened to me. (via darkworld066)

darkworld066

If you’re not an addict you can’t understand, how you can love something that is killing you, how the only thing that makes you feel free is also your prison. So you’re gonna keep asking ,,Why?“ and ,,Why?, and I am trying to explain, for the millionth time, I am trying to explain. ,,But still, why drugs?” ,,Why cutting?“ ,,Why drinking?” ,,Why?“ ,,Why??” ,,IT’S KILLING YOU’’. But you don’t get it, I was dead long before that, a walking carcass. Here, but not really here. And I found an escape, something that makes me feel and not feel at the same time. I know is wrong, trust me, but I’m buried 10 feet down the soil in this little cage, and I don’t have the key. And I’m trying to get out, but at the same time, I’m afraid to get out. I fucking hate this but I bloody love it too. See, antithesis, that’s the defining word for everything in my world. A beautiful fucked up way of suffering. But you still don’t understand.

And I keep trying to explain. (via darkworld066)