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Seit Jahren bin ich in meiner eigenen Blase und es so schwer daraus zu kommen oder jemanden da rein zulassen. Ich muss sie langsam platzen lassen, aber es ist schwerer als gedacht. Seit Jahren stoße ich alle von mir, habe schon lange niemanden mehr und bin ständig allein und so langsam halte ich das nicht mehr aus. Ich will das es ein Ende hat. Nur habe ich das Gefühl ich schaffe es nicht alleine, ich brauche eine helfende Hand.
he’s not in control. and he’d hate that more than anything.
isn’t it sad how the people who traumatized us and bullied us can live perfect lives without thinking twice about what they did
“Das schlimmste Gefühl ist, wenn du nicht mehr kannst und nicht mehr willst, aber musst.”
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9:56PM
I’m ready for new experiences that I don’t need to heal from.
Never played truth or dare, I'd have to check my mirror to see if I'm still here. My parents had no clue That I ate all my lunches alone in the bathroom.
Billy Talent - Nothing to lose
I don’t think I will ever heal.
“Time heals wounds”
That’s just a lie.
It gets easier,
But when it’s getting bad again,
It feels even worse than the last time.
Ich bin schon wieder so unendlich MĂĽde
I’m too messed up to be fixed. It’s too late for me.
With each passing year, it only get worse. A part of me dies every year and this is such a violent experience. Existing but not actually living. Breathing but wishing that I wasn’t. Unable to feel any emotion other than grief and sadness.