I feel a relapse coming on and tumblrs the only place I felt safe. I haven't cried myself to sleep in so long and now I feel it every night. That emptiness in the pit of my stomach is back. I don't want to be with friends or make new. I'm tired all. the. time. It just sucks feeling like this again because I fixed myself: I learned to be sincerely happy. Now that's crashing in on itself and I don't care whether or not I'm here to see the outcome.















