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@iwritewhenithurts
I tried not to... I really did,but I had a panic attack. I cried and tried to let it all out... It didn't work. So I looked around and the silver was shining at me. My heart grew excited, my hands trembled as it reached for the silver and nothing felt better, nothing felt calmer than the wince and drops of red on my arm. I take a deep breathe. Now this is calmness.
Missing you is the worst withdrawal I ever had.
-- Andromeda
Sometimes you need to sleep, sleep a lot. Not to escape, but to rest your soul from your feelings. Because everything, absolutely everything devours you. Completely.
—Brain
If I cry in front of you, I'm REALLY hurting. I HATE crying in front of people. I feel weak, as if I'm begging for sympathy and that's not how I am
I'm tired... I'm really tired. Of everything. One cut. One rope. One time. That's all I need.
I want to be loved and seen.
I want to be understood deeply.
I want someone to see through me and hug me.
But the moment it gets to this stage I run, I freak out, I get scared.
It's too serious, it's a trap, I feel trapped and scared.
No one should know me like that, they could use it against me.
So no, don't love me, don't get close to me, stay away
Please I don't want to get hurt, and I don't want to hurt you.
So let me run
I want to talk, I want to express myself to someoene, but it's too scary to let anyone in. I can't let you in. I can't.
I'm failing at being a friend. I'm failing at being a good daughter. I'm failing at being a basic human being. So yes, I am a failure
i want to be good. i want to be loved. i want to matter. fuck i want to mean something.
Did you ever need me? Did you ever want me? Cause you seem way happier without me
What am I crying about this time damn it
I'm slowly getting to the point where I don't even care about how me not being here is going to affect anyone anymore
