#around 2014

[layer-bloody-sun]

How old is Shynnie and when is her birthday? :D

"I am 10 years old and my birthday is on july 28th !"

[magezian]

Sakura Haruno

[someplacebeyondthestars]

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Can’t let anyone know how bad it gets. I am very alone, and sinking deeper into what I tried so hard to tread through. It is as if the depression is a violent wind and the anxiety sharp rocks; my bastard thoughts harsh waves that steal the purpose of my throat and lungs. My mind is a maze that I am wandering through, searching for what is missing in my life without any sense of direction. The world is dark and I miss the light of the moon; he has been gone lately as I have. The burning under my skin is becoming unbearable; something longs to be free and it does not care if it causes me discomfort. I can feel the pain reside even in the ends of my hair. It is tying knots in the strands as it wraps its hands around my heart and ribs and they collapse under the pressure. It is making its way slowly down, down, down, its in my thighs and knees and shins and feet. My arms show the past I’ve beat from the very beginning; someone tell me I can let you know how this feels. Is this real, or am I drowning because I fear the surface? Am I drowning because my sadness is easier to grasp than a brighter path? I can’t even tell you that… I’m trying every damn day to be as much as “okay”. No matter how many times I strive and say, “remember to breathe today” I still find this dead girl suffocating. My world has been quiet and I almost fucking like it, but I must mention that the sound of your voice and the wisdom of your words create such a void in me when they’re away; I cannot tell him how much he means, no not yet, I think he’s trying to hold together his own seams. How many times can I improve only to end up here again and again and again with the same thoughts and the same urges and a deeper sadness than felt before? How many times can I contemplate my suicide before “no” finally sticks? How many nightmares does it take to dream? someone fucking tell me that I’m not crazy. I can’t keep doing this. Am I so much of a piece of shit that I can’t detect the cycles of my misery? What am I doing wrong to keep going missing?

I can’t type anymore. Nevermind.