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Anxiety: Did you miss me?
Me:... yes...
Sometimes (quiet frequently), I wish I wouldn´t exist. I look at the mirror and think: It will never be enoug, never.
I lost my friends, I lost my life, my self-esteem, my dignity, I lost my smile, my sanity, strength. But at the end of it all I never lost my cowardice, cause when I look back in the past I can see all of you great people who had the bad fortune to find me in your way, every single life I destroyed, every heart I brutally hurt...
The weight of shame is too heavy and I open my eyes feeling it, I close my eyes feeling it, I live feeling it.
I used to have this small world, you know? Not that good to others but charming to me. I had put it aside but I did not realize it until I knew I had lost it. Now I don´t belong anywhere. I don´t belong with my family, they´re better off without me. I don´t belong with the love of my life, she keeps breaking my heart. I don´t belong to a concept near happiness. And that´s why I´m going back to this little charming world of mine.
I was cleaning my room and found that letter, I have no idea when I wrote it and what it was all about but I find it funny that I feel exactly the same.
imagine growing up in a non traumatic and non abusive environment i honestly can’t relate
my truama wasnt severe enough it wasnt bad enough i shouldnt be suffering i dont deserve to im fake
do you ever just realize that you’re not a good person
i hate asking people for things
why do you get to be okay?
Me siento mal…me siento jodidamente mal…
(via ruth29me)
Igual qué las palabras, el silencio también puede lastimar
Arctic (via caos-literario)
Me gusta la tristeza, me siento cómodo en ella.
Y si no la tengo, la busco; y si no la encuentro, me la creo.
Y si no funciona, escucho Morrisey.
Que importa lo que las personas digan, mientras a ti te haga feliz, vale la pena.
Ckris (via caos-literario)
how the fuck do i solve this
nevermind, I got this
how the fuck do i solve this