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The saddest feeling is the realisation that you’ll never be loved.
You look around and admire how love seems to find people so easily, but not for you, because no matter what you change about yourself or how attractive you are, you will never find love because your mind is fucked up, you can’t even bring to love yourself.
no love in your house, no love in your arms but so much love to give in your heart. ༯
Something I force myself to keep living to see how fucked up I can end up being, how keeping all this rage and sadness inside of me can affect me later.
I know that one day I would have to kill myself, because then why did I even bring myself to this age?, I knew since I was a little kid that I had an age limit, it didn't matter if it was 18 or even 25 years. ,I need to kill myself because that's how the story ends. But I can't get over is that if I do, my family will never know why, so all this suffering is pointless, they won't know how badly they treated me, they won't know how isolated I felt, how all those beatings and words really affected me, to them it would just be "what could I have done to make things different? ", all of it, EVERY THING, it fills me with so much rage because I DON'T WANT TO DIE!! I just don't want to feel this way, I want to disappear, stop existing, stop feeling, God please, why can't they just see that I need help? I know it's hypocritical because I don't really share my pain with them, but why don’t they care? Why does it seem like they have something that I don't? Like I'm not part of the family, I'm just a stranger, a doll assigned the role ‘daughter’ in this playhouse.
I HAVE SPENT MY LIFE RESISTING THE DESIRE TO END IT.
-Franz Kafka
I don’t want to die, but I wish I could dissolve in the cold air of the night, I would give my soul and body just to live without worrying about every 60 seconds of every minute that passes.