let it go and let it be

Anaïs Nin, from “The Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1955–1966”

i’m not motivated to study or do anything my mind is full of bad thoughts i just want to go to sleep and never wake up again

i really fucking hate my body and i want to tear myself apart so i don’t exist anymore

i feel fucking broken...

i still feel stupid when i cry

i need to try to find a way to fix my head

and not be so damn self-obsessed

to learn to like myself

and not rely on someone else

I threaded my own needle and stitched myself up.

If my seams burst, I will do it again.

Again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again

But I like it better than what’s happening now

i guess. journal entry