Why exactly am I sitting around still letting you blow hot and cold and treat me like shit? I must be a fucking idiot.
I honestly shoulda just killed myself the day I first thought about it. Would have saved me a lot of trouble and mental breakdowns
Back to 2019.
I’m so tired of being too much to handle and never enough to love.
I thought I had been surviving, and yet, what I was really doing was hanging by a string, loosely holding myself from collapsing. I was always on the verge, and I could feel that friction in my soul.
Fariha Róisín, from Who Is Wellness For?: An Examination of Wellness Culture and Who It Leaves Behind
I wish I could stop grieving my past self and have more kindness for who I am now
they should invent a human interaction that doesn’t hurt my feelings
“I notice you, I want to say. Even when no one else does, I do. I will.”
— David Levithan, Every Day
I am in pain constantly. I am overwhelmed by my emotions constantly. But at the same time I feel so empty all the time. How is it even fucking possible to feel everything and nothing all at once? How is it fucking possible that I feel like my emotions so fucking intense they cause me physical pain, but also feel so fucking empty? What the actual fuck is that? I just want to be okay, all I want is to not be so fucking miserable anymore.
Your peace is more important than driving yourself crazy trying to understand why something happened the way it did. Let it go.
Mandy Hale
No matter how good you could be to somebody, no matter how much you love them, they can and will turn their backs on you.
having someone in your life who thinks you’re interesting enough to talk to every day, knowing that you are worth their time, is honestly one of the best feelings ever
But then they change their mind so what’s the point? You’ve opened yourself up to someone who only wanted to rip into you and leave you in pieces.
Don’t be stupid, be your own best friend and stop trusting people so easily.
I can physically feel the sadness in my body and i just want to be happy for once
I have a distinct memory of laying in my bed as a kid and wishing with all my heart that I would get hurt. That I would get into a bad car crash or I'd disappear. So my parents would cry and realize they didn't cherish me enough.
I find it sad that younger me thought she had to get hurt to feel loved.
Older me too. Why is it only when we fall apart that people seem to give a shit?
Your partner is supposed to be your safe space, not another battle in life.
WORD.
Source: thoughtcascades