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“You’re beautiful. You… you’re strong. You’re full of light. I enjoy you ” KLAUS MIKAELSON and CAROLINE FORBES in THE VAMPIRE DIARIES 03x14 | Dangerous Liasions
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This user is extremely lonely and cannot even cry anymore
eventually, frustrated, someone just asks you: “what’s so hard?” and you stare at them, blankly, and you wonder the same thing yourself.
everyone else just lives. they get up, they go out, they get shit done. why can’t you? why do you find it so hard to do what everyone else does naturally? will you ever find it easier? or are you just stuck here?
“what’s so hard?” they repeat, and this time, you look away, eyes stinging. you sit in silence until they shrug, exasperated, and walk away.
I don’t feel like fighting anymore
// Clouds //
The dangerous point is when you stop caring about getting better. You start to believe it’ll never happen, that this experience has damaged you beyond repair, and that it will be this, or worse, for the rest of your life. You have nothing to get better for because this has robbed everything from you: you talk to almost no one, maybe you’ve even dropped out of school or work or whatever, and you know that if you vanished today, no one would notice for at least a week, three days tops. You lie on the floor and you stare at the ceiling and you ask, why am I trying anymore? What still exists for me to care about?
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