Since you left T.
July 1, 1914, The Diaries Of Franz Kafka, 1914-1923
Just come back to me T. You and I both know you’re happier and I treat you better.
Source: crimsonkismet
When the urge to fkn kill yourself is so strong but the laziness is just that little bit stronger
Imagine not feeling like a burden to everyone,
Or a disappointment to your family,
Or always being the third wheel,
Or wishing so desperately to escape this life.
Imagine being loved...
Truly loved by someone
For all of your gifts and curses.
Imagine being vulnerable.
Allowing someone else to have the power to bend you
And manipulate you
But trusting that they won't.
Imagine being afraid of love
Because you trusted them
And they manipulated and bended you
And exploited your vulnerabilities.
Because you thought they truly loved you
For all of your gifts and curses
And now all you can do is wish to escape this life
And stop being a third wheel
Or a disappointment to your family
Or a burden to everyone
Because of what they did to you.
Imagine never wanting to love again.
I feel so lost, like I don’t have a place in this world anymore.
“sweet memories will never be forgotten, they will dance for eternity through your mind, tickling you with the fond light of that perfect moment. they will never fall asleep.”
— anywhohelloworld (Jillian)
With T, daily and constantly.