I often think that the night is more alive than the day
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I often think that the night is more alive than the day
I couldn’t imagine a place where there’s so much inhuman pain and horror in this world; if you want to lighten the burden of my destiny a little, leave me alone with my silence.
I like people with emotional and intellectual depth, people that speak with passion from their inner twisted mind.
I want to disappear into an old forest and never be seen again.
You know why strangers support you more than people you know? Because, people that you know have a tough time accepting you come from the same place while they still in the same place.
How cool is that the same God who created mountains and oceans and galaxies looked at you and thought the world needed one of you too.
- Unknown
Some days I miss the bond and then I remember the disrespect.
You will meet selfish people, and you will meet who will disappoint you at the end, who will be thankless. Life will slap you on your face with people you have trusted to teach you how to rise again and rely only on yourself.
So sad, my chest hurts
It’s been emotional
When I’m upset I shut myself down. I have no motivation for anything. I tell myself that nobody cares, about me even though I know some do. I think of all the bad things that has happened to me by everyone like literally everyone I could possibly think of. I give myself all the pain, thinking I deserve it. I don’t know why I do that but that’s how I am. In the end I just blame myself.
I’m sick of everything, and of the everythingness of everything.
I spend hours looking through lyrics and quotes to find the words that I cannot say
Having anxiety and depression is like being scared and tired at the same time. It’s the fear of failure and no urge to be productive. It’s wanting friends but hate socialising. It’s wanting to be alone but not wanting to be lonely. It’s caring about everything then caring about nothing. It’s feeling everything at once and then paralysingly numb.
What is this place between hopeless romantic and strong independent individual
Sometimes, all you can do is lie in bed and hope to fall asleep before you fall apart.
- William C. Hannan
skin care is so much more important than boys