4:26am 7/1/14 (via nevahmind)
Lauren Oliver, Before I Fall (via hqlines)
Dead inside.
I want to live or I want to die. Anywhere on the spectrum but this awful in-between, this bland existing that I’m doing now.
*gets an old trauma memory back* sweet. bonus backstory unlocked
Nothing adds up for me anymore. I’m stuck over-analyzing everything.
when i first started having intrusive thoughts i was genuinely horrified by them but now i’m just like “nope, that’s illegal… that’s tempting but not happening… i’d go to jail for that… ”
things i like
- being alone
- doing things on my own
- keeping things to myself
- being by myself
- no one knowing anything about me
Reality. (via unausweichliche)
who was I before my mind got sick? (via cigarettesforlunch)
I think, I think one of the worst things about realizing you’ve been abused is the actual realization. Slowly learning what’s normal and what isn’t. Having it smack you in the face that “oh god that wasn’t normal that’s not normal all” and it’s just this horrifying realization
And it gets worse. You remember more trauma. You remember more of the hell they put you through. You wonder how they still think they did nothing wrong?
You doubt. You refuse to doubt. You panic. You become this mess of “is this real” and “I know this is real” and “I don’t want this to be real”
Anyone else feels like they overshare everything with others and at the very same time haven’t opened up at all to anyone
i wish no one knew anything about me
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Tennessee Williams (via quotemadness)







