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[s0methingicouldneverdo-deactiva]

[annoyingdreamlanddestiny]

Too many thoughts for one brain, too many anxieties for one heart.

@annoyingdreamlanddestiny

[deadpoet-skull]

Suddently, you can't sleep, can't eat, can't do anything but think. Suddently you are sixteen again, wondering why you are not good enought.

[incognito-melancholia]

"How many scars did you justify because you loved the person who was holding the knife?"

[lovewillremainn]

So many. So fucking many.

[barelyliving-barelybreathing]

I just feel like an inconvenience and in the way. I shouldn't be here and I shouldn't even think I belong here either, why did I let myself think I belong here in the first place

[valentina-poem]

[louudthoughts]

HOW MUCH DO I HAVE TO BLEED BEFORE YOU NOTICE IM NOT OKAY?

[melancholic-dust]

i’m getting so tired. i no longer have energy to react to distress anymore. i can’t cry. i can’t.

[screaming--agony]

Dear Diary,

I don’t feel like I belong anywhere.

[valentina-poem]

[dead-inside-4life]

You ever killed your own vibe by remembering?

[breathing-in-fire]

[screaming--agony]

Dear Diary,

I don’t care anymore. Nothing changes.

[louudthoughts]

at first, i would've killed myself for you.

now, i may kill myself because of you.

[neptunes-saddest-alien]

Always sympathizing with your mother is so hard it’s like

I remember I used to love you, but I can’t remember why I ever did , I’m sorry you’re so lonely, please stop talking to me I can’t handle it anymore, you were supposed to be the most stable thing in my life, yet you’re the complete opposite, I want to feel safe with you, I want to run away from you, I want you to change, it’s too late to fix anything, I’m not good enough for you, but I’m not good enough for myself, i hate you for what you are, I’m sorry your life turned out this way , you’re the victim, you make it all worse, you tell me your problems, but I wish you didn’t, I wish we didn’t live together, you need me more than I need you , your life is a mess and it makes my bones sick and nauseous,I’m sorry your life is awful too, I hate the sound of your voice, but I always come when you call, I’m sorry I can’t help you, for the love of god why couldn’t you help me

[valentina-poem]

[u-me-and-insomnia]

What now.