ستظل الذكرى مخبأة في أقصى مكانً في الجسد مخفية.
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ستظل الذكرى مخبأة في أقصى مكانً في الجسد مخفية.
even if i try to bottle it up it ends up spilling out a little anyways. cant even do that right.
I recall having a weird dream yesterday. most of my dreams usually have a hidden message or flaw that I haven’t discovered yet and “weird” isn’t uncommon, it’s just—it started off with me being dropped off for a medical appointment that turned into rather being sent off to a mental facility and then having had realized what my life had come to, I tried escaping multiple times which failed. then along the way, I had found love and accepted my fate of being put in such a place, never fully grasping the idea why.. idk why I’m remembering it now..
but I believe that is a reason as to why it’s 5am and I haven’t gone to sleep. my fear of not waking up is getting stronger. maybe.
🖤🖤🖤🖤Addicted to Tumblr, kinda saw it coming. I wanna be on all the time. Well, at least I found my thing🖤🖤🖤🖤
I’m tired, but I’m not tired
I’m sorry my issues aren’t similar to yours
I’m sorry that I’m this fucked up
I’m sorry that I’m not perfect
I’m sorry that I rely on drinking poison
I’m sorry that I say the wrong things
I’m sorry I can’t make anyone happy
I’m sorry that I’m ugly
I’m sorry that I’m a piece of shit
I’m sorry that I’m not exactly the best at communicating
I’m sorry that everyone has their own way of fucking escaping the shit that goes through their fucked up head
I’m sorry that I’m not trying hard enough
I’m sorry that I’m such a problem
I’m sorry that I bother people past 12 am
I’m sorry that I push people away
I’m sorry that I am afraid to love others
I’m sorry that I feel worthless
I’m sorry that I don’t talk about the shit that goes through my head
I’m sorry I hurt you
I’m sorry I make stupid mistakes
I’m sorry i am the way that I am
I’m sorry I exist
I’m really fucking sorry
My dreams are cancelled
Words are multipurpose tools. They can damage, and they can repair. They can wound, and they can mend. They can be bad, and they can be good. Make sure you know what you are about to say and what might happen if you say it, because you can never truly take back what you say.