i dunno guys, maybe this is the wrong time and place and everything for me
maybe everything is just constantly repeating with no way out
maybe no matter what i do i just cant break through and i just cant change
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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@melancholicdisaster
i dunno guys, maybe this is the wrong time and place and everything for me
maybe everything is just constantly repeating with no way out
maybe no matter what i do i just cant break through and i just cant change
im trying
but that feels like all im doing
im trying and tying and tying
but it goes no where and im drowning surrounded by my own mess
sufficating in my own fuck ups and inability to fix things and get better
where i keep parts of myself.
May Sarton, The House by the Sea
i had hoped that one day things would be okay
im not so sure about that any more
the sun stopped shining for me is all
𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟸, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟸 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹 [ᴛʀɪᴘ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴇɪᴍᴀʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴜɴɢʙᴏʀɴ ᴊᴜɴᴇ 𝟸𝟾 - ᴊᴜʟʏ 𝟸𝟿, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟸]
[ID: July 2. Sad. END ID]
I sit with my grief. I mother it. I hold its small, hot hand. I don’t say, shhh. I don’t say, it's okay. I wait until it is done having feelings. Then we stand and we go wash the dishes.
-- Callista Buchen, from Taking Care
What if I just... leave it behind.
Maybe I should
What would it matter if I'm there or not
i try
i try and i try and i try
i try so hard
i claw at the chance to exsist
but i fear i will never be accepted as i am
no matter what i do, it all turns to ashes in my hands
no matter what i do, it means nothing
i am nothing
somehow
i look up from the ground, weighted down, heavy with dread
and i just dont see anything waiting for me
Till I die
🎶 Where were you when everything was falling apart? 🎶