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missinyouiskillingme

Sometimes all you can do is lie in bed and hope to fall asleep before you fall apart.

— William C. Hannan

Ever do something so crazy and know you won’t ever be able to tell a single soul besides the person you did it with?

Coming back to tumblr just so I have somewhere to be sad and no one I know will ever see

Maybe I am the problem and maybe it’s time to get rid of me.

riarevenge

angel number reminders for everyone 🫀

11/28/2021

Tonight, I took a step back.

Realized my place.

Saw and noticed that I am no one’s favorite person.

No one’s person that they’re excited to be with.

I saw to the side well everyone had someone.

Someone to laugh with

Someone to smile with

And me?

I was left with the one thing that’s never left me or betrayed me.

Alchohol.

The one thing that’s never betrayed its word.

The thing that even in my worst days, has had my back.

Loved me, when j thought no one else loved me.

Maybe, maybe it lies to me.

But at least, for those first few moment, I find peace. I find tranquility.

The mess inside my head disappears and I feel bliss.

Prentending.

Everyday, I pretend.

I pretend, put on this face, as if everything is okay.

But deep down it isn’t.

I struggle to know who I am.

What I am meant to do within this life time.

oliveramili

frogitivity2

Please take good care of them!

I need a goddamn anxiety pill.

thoughtkick

“Missing you comes in waves and tonight I am drowning.”

— Unkown

real-demons

blurryclau

mystruggle18

“I hate the sound of my voice. And the way I look when I laugh. I hate the sound of my laugh too. I hate the way I walk and my body posture. I hate my body itself and how I look in the mirror. I hate the way I talk and the words I choose, how I talk too much and nonsense or not at all. I hate the way I eat or the fact that I eat. I hate what I think and what runs through my mind. I hate what runs through my veins too and how I feel. I hate how I hate myself: too deeply, too truly, too much to even normally function.”

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