i just wish everything between us was perfect like it was before. i wish you were the same person you had been when we first met. but most of all, i miss you loving me as much as you used to.
” do you realize how useless you are to everyone around you? you have no purpose in life, get used to it.”
i am my own worst enemy. my thoughts are taking over my soul.
i saw you walking yesterday.
i bursted into tears. i thought that the next time i saw you it wouldn’t matter. but as soon as i saw your face i thought about everything all at once. i felt very nausious. it was to much all together at one time.
you are different. you are not yourself, but you are still perfect to me in every way. i miss, not just you; but the old you.
"I kissed a girl wearing a cross around her neck. her lips did not taste like church, but her hips felt like god. i wonder what her pastor would have thought…i wonder if that cross around her neck meant more to me then it does to her."
What happens when you become the main source of a pain?
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i can’t pretend that i’m okay. i really can’t fake it anymore, i’m hopeless and i’m afraid i’m never gonna get better.
but i don’t wanna live that way, reading into every word you say…
i wish i had someone who would be with me through out my recovery process.
no one cares enough about me to go through my problems when they have enough of their own. i just wish i meant something to someone. anyone. but i don’t and i have to accept that.. i know i’m asking for a lot. i just want this lonely, empty feeling i have inside of me to go away. i don’t want to be an attention seeker, or anything. but i just feel sad all the time and i don’t want to go through it alone.
my own mom has givin up on me. my friends, my brother, my dad. everyone. but, it’s okay. because i believe that everything happens for a reason. i deserve this sadness, it’s not here just because.
today at school a girl looked at me from a distance and said, ” ugly bitch… slut. ” loud enough for me to hear. but i know i am. i tell myself all the time. so, i shouldn’t let it bother me. but when enough people start saying these things, i begin to believe them.
their all right, i am an ugly bitch, and a slut. it’s true. i know.
i deserve this sadness because i am a terrible person.
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Beautifully Broken` ♡: I need to get this off my chest. I have been a month clean, free of...
I need to get this off my chest.
I have been a month clean, free of self-harm.♥
Today, a few hours ago, I felt as if I was alone, as if I could run to no one, as if I had no where to go, as if I could do nothing, as if I wasn’t in control. I was hurt, mad, sad, angry, confused, lost, every…
my cat is a very good listener.
there is a darkness in my head and i don’t know how to stop it.
I notice everything.
And by everything, I literally mean everything. I notice when someone stops hitting me up like they used to. I notice when the way someone talks to me starts changing. I notice the little things that people do, and the little things they used to do. I notice when things change, and when it’s no longer the same. I notice every single little detail. I just don’t say anything.
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