God fucking damnit after all you have done why do I still love you.
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for most of my day, I am sad.
but the saddest part? waking up in the morning.
opening my eyes and realising that I’m still here. I’m alive. and I have to go on.
the feeling of everything starting again, all the sadness and the anger.
the feeling of knowing that you have to get up and keeping moving, even though there is NOTHING in the world that sounds worse.
the fact that simply waking up causes me so much pain and that getting up takes so much effort and energy and strength.
because waking up is a reminder that you are alive and getting up is a reminder that you have to live. and to me, there is nothing sadder than that.
my head, (via webecrying)
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Journal entry / November 15th
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There are far too many silent sufferers. Not because they don’t yearn to reach out, but because they’ve tried and found no one who cares.
Richelle E. Goodrich (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
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We Are Survivors
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We Are Survivors
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We Are Survivors
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I believe with all my heart that the cliches are true, that we are our own best friends and best company, and that if you’re not right for yourself, it’s impossible to be right for anyone.
Rachel Machacek (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
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We are dying from overthinking. We are slowly killing ourselves by thinking about everything. Think. Think. Think. You can never trust the human mind anyway. It’s a death trap.
Anthony Hopkins (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
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“Setting fire to our insides for fun,”
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