my baggy eyes

i look in the mirror, bags under my eyes, my hair up in a messy bun. heavy sadness in my eyes. baggy clothes. i just don’t care what i look like, i don’t care about anything

“you need to eat, you’re loosing weight like crazy.” yeah except i’m not hungry at all. i feel sick all the time. so i just keep drinking my powerade.

my eyes are bloodshot from crying for hours. my mom lays there with me and let’s me cry and tries to comfort me. the headaches always there.

i try to talk to new guys but nobody makes me feel anything. all i see is him when i close my eyes. i can’t escape him.

i go into my room and open the box with the note he wrote. “i’ll always love you.” i’m filled with anger as i throw things against the wall in a rage. just being in this room feels like the ghost of him is still here. how can someone love you so much, then they just don’t anymore?

i just want to sleep but i can never stay asleep. i wake up at 230 everyday and can never go back to bed. i’m so tired. my mind and body. is this what it feels like to die? because that’s what this feels like. it’s so much effort to make it through the damn day.

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waiting for time to go by because that’s what heals you right? so i wait and i wait. then i realize i have been staring at the wall for 20 minutes. how did i not notice?

“come out with us it will be fun!” i don’t want to go, i have to make myself. i don’t even know what fun is anymore. but i try, i plaster on the fake fun. because nobody wants to see the sad girl who can’t get over the guy who left her suddenly. so i pretend. but i feel like i’m suffocating the whole time. it’s exhausting to pretend.

when people talk about love, they never mention this part. it amazes me how one single person can destroy you and strip away everything that you are. i think of the girl i used to be. i want so badly to get back there. i worry that i’ll never be her again. and deep down i know that i won’t be. i know that i’ll survive, i’ve seen it in many others. it just nearly kills you in the process.

—  Chapters from my life

Oi I’ve got some dye in me hair

The base colour looks almost the same as before because of the yellow-ish lighting and camera stuff, yadayadayada. Nevertheless, I am still very happy with the results. Lets wait and see how it turns out in the daylight tomorrow :3

I’m running out of excuses for the people I’ve hurt.
—  And I’ve learned how to leave people by the way my father left my mother. And I’ve learned how to yell at my lovers by the way my mother raised her soft voice. And I’ve learned how to smoke by the way my friends lit their cigarettes. And I’ve learned how to fail by not having enough self-confidence in myself. And I’ve learned how to love correctly by loving everyone in my life the wrong way. And I’ve learned how to get better by letting go of poison. And I’ve learned that there are some people you can’t grow with because we’re thick trees and not tiny roses planted next to each other. And I’ve learned to hate myself by staring deep into the reflection of my baggy eyes. And I’ve learned how to stay up late by waiting next to the phone. And I’ve learned that sometimes you just have to say fuck the puzzle pieces and move on by listening to Tupac speak. And I’ve learned how to love you right by the tone of your voice. And I’ve learned how to hold a poet’s pen by whispering into my soul and pulling out the words I’ve always known, but did not spill. And that is my final excuse to why I haven’t truly apologized for hurting you. I’m sorry, please forgive me. All of you.