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Making everything a mystery, Margeaux Walter
“Distance doesn’t separate people. Silence does.”
— Jeff Hood
i am tired. i am exhausted. from my head to my soul to my bones i am so fucking tired.
I could either be in pain to the point where every little inconvenience will break me down, bring me to tears and make me wish I was dead, or dissociate to the point where a disastrous event will mean nothing to me.
There is no such thing as "a little" when it comes to my emotions. I either feel way too much, or feel nothing at all.
“I’m not used to being loved. I wouldn’t know what to do.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald
I would love a moment of peace… just a moment to find myself… it's hard to be strong every day. Strong for me, strong for others. It is very difficult to hold up when you need to be supported.
I realized today that I have stopped living life. I'm literally just trying to get to the next day, just living in the thought of tomorrow. I’m not living, I’m waiting. And the trouble is, I don’t know what I’m exactly waiting for. I’m kind of scared for what it might be.
I lied and said I was busy. I was busy, but not in a way most people understand. I was busy taking deeper breaths. I was busy silencing irrational thoughts. I was busy calming a racing heart. I was busy telling myself I am okay. Sometimes, this is my busy, and I will not apologize for it.
sometimes i feel like no matter how hard i try, no matter how much i give, i will never be good enough for anyone.