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loving me must be so fucking hard i am so fucking sorry
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What is so wrong with me that no one stays.
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patchworkheart-deactivated20200
Date someone who understands your mental illness and will power through your outbursts with you.
It’s what you deserve.
You deserve someone who cares enough to stay even when you’re not okay.
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I haven’t met all of me yet.
What a lovely and terrifying thought all at the same time
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Wounded people create better blogs
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it’s like everyone else has found their place and their friends and they all have lives but all i can do is sit in my room and sleep. it’s like i’m losing my youth to my own mind.
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What if I said I never got over you
What if I said my mind is aching
with every sheer thought of you
bfreebfierce (via wnq-writers)
Source: wnq-writers.com
I didn't think it'd be this hard, realizing I have a broken heart.
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my only goal in life right now is to be genuinely happy
Im sorry that I broke your heart
You'll be glad to know that I broke mine.
FPS - Stones
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I FUCKING HATE SOCIAL ANXIETY BECAUSE YOU’RE SCARED TO TALK TO PEOPLE BUT ALSO DYING TO TALK TO PEOPLE AND HANG OUT AND RELAX AND HAVE FUN AND NOT BE ALONE AND LONELY AND FEEL LIKE SHIT BUT YOU DO FEEL LIKE SHIT BECAUSE YOU CAN’T EVEN RELAX ENOUGH TO TALK TO PEOPLE WITHOUT OVERTHINKING EVERYTHING
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Lets talk about how hard it is to open up to someone about being sad for no reason. Lets talk about how hard it is to explain to your friends and family that you have this heavy feeling in your chest for no reason. Lets talk about how hard it is to understand why you’re having a panic attack while just taking a walk back home. Lets talk about how hard it is to understand your own self and how scary it is to feel like the whole world is falling on your shoulders and you have no idea why .
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I remember not wanting to get out of bed, and everyone yelling at me to stop going to sleep so late. But it wasn’t that, I was not tired at all. I was sad, I was so very sad that even getting out of bed seemed pointless to me. It was hard, being so sad that it became a struggle to get up in the mornings.
A.M.// sadness really fucking hurts (via tullipsink)
1/16/17 - 11:38 pm
My mind is happy, But there is a pain in my chest That can only be fixed when I'm looking at you.
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The worst part about anything that’s self destructive is that it’s so intimate. You become so close with your addictions and illnesses that leaving them behind is like killing the part of yourself that taught you how to survive.
Lacey L. (via lazypacific)