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@brighteyesanddaylight
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I hate feeling selfish.
It gives me strength to have somebody to fight for; I can never fight for myself, but, for others, I can kill.
Emilie Autumn, The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls (via dissapolnted)
I don't know if I have these or if I'm just being a baby
Why do I do this to myself
Trying to stay strong. I'm just so scared
Inadequate. That's what I am.
breaking down
I think I’m just going to sit here and cry because I’m dumb and not fucking good enough for anything or anyone and i was so fucking confident yesterday until someone had to go and ruin my mood and now all i want is a bit of reassurance that won’t come and that’s just dumb and i just want to cry forever
Lonely
I didn't know how to pinpoint it before, but that's it. I get along with people here, on the outside they make me laugh, but I don't connect. I miss that connection with you. I hate this feeling of loneliness. I feel as if I'm completly lost, and no one is here to help me, to save me. I'm slowly falling into a darkness and no one is truely around to grab my hand before I slip completely and fall into the abyss.
My tears are only whispers, And no one hears my sadness. My laughter is only scripted, I live to act and hide the pain. I am locked in a box, And no one has a key. Maybe someday my whispers will turn into the wind And travel far, far away for a long, long time. Maybe someday, someone will hear me. But that day isn’t today. Today, my tears are only whispers, And no one hears my sadness. I thought I would never go back to this depressive phase. But I can't help but falling back into it. I don't know what's wrong with me..
i just keep breaking down. I don't sleep, my appetite is gone.. I'm a wreck.. I don't how much more I can handle.
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