It's very odd that I can have a pretty Good Moment, a very Nice Time at something and then the minute I sit in the car I long to be erased.
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It's very odd that I can have a pretty Good Moment, a very Nice Time at something and then the minute I sit in the car I long to be erased.
printing this on a tshirt and wearing it to see my family to see if they get the hint
It’s really fun learning just how little you actually mean to someone.
Every waking moment my brain is trying to convince me to end it, there’s not a breath a take in peace. Suicide isn’t death, suicide is peace.
And yet unfortunately I have to wonder if the absolute absence of everything truly is better than feeling everything we must in the moment. Do I really want to sacrifice feeling sunshine and smelling rain and eating a fresh chocolate chip cookie and laughing so hard my lungs burn to never cry myself to sleep or feel so endlessly hopeless that I shouldn't even exist? I'm so scared of not feeling or seeing anything, ceasing to exist at all because despite feeling the most intense and greatest depths of pain, I have also seen amazing sums of beauty and joy? Is it okay to live for experiences, even if I may feel hopeless throughout some of them?
I love to live despite longing to die. The ultimate contridiction.
But I know death is something I can't undo. Everything else... is simply waves in the ocean. Even if you aren't strong, just... keep wading in the tide with me. Float on, please. As much it doesn't feel it, there are things worth living for. They may be little, or feel silly to hold on to, but they're worth it. As are you. As am I, as much as my mind loves to say otherwise.
the time passes either way & u still haven't done anything to save yourself
Telling someone how you feel is a humiliation ritual
There is no way on great green Earths existence my disappearance will mean anything to anyone
Scott Pilgrim vs. the World (2010) dir. Edgar Wright
You would die for me? Okay… but would you live for me?
Would you take care of yourself, even on the days it feels impossible? Would you speak to yourself with the same kindness you so freely give to everyone else? Would you learn to love yourself? Would you choose the things that help you grow instead of the things that slowly destroy you?
Because dying for someone is a single moment.
But living… for yourself and for the people who love you, is a choice you make over and over again.
So don’t promise me your death.
Promise me your tomorrow.
Promise me you’ll keep going, keep healing, and keep believing you’re worthy of the life waiting for you.
That’s the kind of love I think everyone deserves.
"You're my favorite person." Yeah, right buddy, give it a week before you find someone else.
some days i’m just surviving my own head
some days i’m just surviving my own head
every year i reach new lows and wish i killed myself earlier