theres something addicting about destroying myself then putting myself back together again
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i hate anxiety.
i hate having a heavy feeling on my chest.
i hate having to calm myself down constantly.
why does it have to exist? :(
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I’m nostalgic of a childhood I never had. Of a parent that was never mine. Of a comfort that was never there. Of a inner peace that I never had.
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My mother molded my life into the story of her trauma all because she was alone
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Sometimes i just want to be enough for someone
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there's a feeling in my chest that just won't go away, it's gnawing, clawing at my soul and it hurts to exist
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I feel like I should take the message. It’s so loud and clear. I even said “I’ll leave you alone,” because I could tell she had no interest in speaking to me and it’s been almost 2 hours of just lying in this bed with no communication while she’s doing her own thing. I guess I was right, she didn’t care to talk to me.
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sometimes i pretend i'm happy because it gets too exhausting having to explain my sadness 23/7.
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Seeing your name pop up gives me butterflies and anxiety at the same time
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