#theworldisoursdear

[theworldisoursdear]

And when you’re alone and you finally take off the mask,

Does the reflection of your true self haunt you?

Because it’s all I see in my nightmares.

[theworldisoursdear]

I’m mixing caffeine and sleeping pills because my head’s always pounding from the pressure in my skull. They thought I had a tumor but it turns out my brain was just confused. A couple mixed signals and some warped vision gave me a whole new meaning to a broken mind.

I think for once I’d just like to heal.

[theworldisoursdear]

Inspired by a “hard truths” video by pastahgigi2.0 on tiktok

[theworldisoursdear]

And I was never good at telling jokes, but the punchline goes; I’ll get older but the trauma hurts the same.

[theworldisoursdear]

I will never forgive you for how you treated me. You manipulated me until I fit your narrative, made to be your sacrificial lamb when you needed to feel better about yourself. I was a child, I never stood a chance against you. You stole my innocence, and you did it with a smile.

[theworldisoursdear]

It’s getting harder and harder to breathe. I’m gasping for air but my lungs won’t fill. In through the nose, out through the mouth. Breathe. Breathe. BREATHE DAMMIT. I’m suffocating, my shallow breath making my body feel light. This grief is crippling, this anxiety is stealing my oxygen. Panic. Breathe. Panic. Breathe. Rinse, repeat. Do it till my lungs give out.

— panic attack

[theworldisoursdear]

He said “don’t catch feelings.” And I told him “don’t worry, you only make that mistake once.”

— use me

[theworldisoursdear]

What’s it like to hate someone but love them at the same time? It’s remembering all the good moments but still feeling the sting of betrayal. It’s looking at old pictures and wondering if they’re still the same person you once knew them to be. It’s praying that one day you’ll be able to trust them again after they’ve asked for your forgiveness. And most of all, it’s knowing that at some point you have to realize that they’re human and capable of change. That maybe, they’re trying to be better, and they need your love to get back on their feet.

— That fine line between love and hate (S.R.)