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@thedarknessinmyveins
Salty fucking tears.
Actually, I haven’t been doing very well lately.
This mood when I feel my dried tears on my cheeks and I neither want to live nor die.
Every time everything gets better, it gets worse.
That moment when you lie in bed and realize that you have no one to talk to.
My heart is pounding and my thoughts are circling. Life gives me anxiety.
Sometimes silence is worse.
I thought I was doing better.
But then there was that one comment.
By a stranger.
And now I’m reliving all the traumatic feelings. The rape. The kidnapping. Everything.
Drowning. Just drowning by myself.
So scared of dying.
All I wanted was you to be mine. Now you’re mine and all I feel is anxiety.
Just kill me right now.
It’s all messy: the hair, the bed, the words, the heart. Life.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Feeling so broken.
Please stop breaking my heart over and over again.