I Cried And I Cried Until I Couldn’t Anymore. I Cried Like I Hadn’t Cried In Years. I Cried Until

I noticed i keep mirroring everyone else, I dont have a original personality. I guess it’s scary to not know who you are cuz you were so depressed for so long but honestly I couldn’t care less. I fit great with all my friends thanks to that and when I’m alone I don’t have to talk or do anything. I can just dance and be alone in the dark or cook dinner in my apartment or laying in the forest and looking at the stars and in these small moments of my life I feel truly happy.

But there also the other stuff that makes me sad, I think I could be happy like really happy but I can’t. I just can’t. Not now, not here

Zdzisław Beksiński

Crawling Death, 1973

Oil on canvas

Thought I could fly, So I stepped off the golden. Nobody cried, Nobody even noticed.

“Every word has consequences. Every silence, too.”

— Jean-Paul Sartre

I want to punch a wall until my fists bleed and crack. I want to destroy everything and rip myself to fucking shreds.

everyone is fully giving up on me, i’m so ready to end it

I wouldn’t be here regretting everything.