“There’s A Riot In My Heart And I‘ve Been Dying To Tell You How I Feel, Dying A Little Every Day

never tell anyone about how you feel, they don't care and you'll regret opening up

tell people as little as possible about your past

deattach yourself from everyone as much as you can. it might hurt for a bit but you'll thank yourself for it later, they were destined to leave anyways.

they.cant.fix.you. nobody can, stop wishing for your 'prince charming' to show up and suddenly make you happy. you'll end up being left heartbroken.

when they say nice things, don't believe it, they're lying. you're worthless.

Yesssssss

One day it just clicks.

You realize what's important and what isn't. You learn to care less about what other people think of you and more about what you think of yourself. You realize how far you've come and you remember when you thought things were such a mess that they'd never recover. And then you smile. You smile because you are truly proud of yourself and the person you've fought to become.

— Happy Soul

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My happy place

“My mother used to tell me time would heal all wounds, but it’s been two years and I’m starting to think that maybe she only told me what she wanted me to believe. I mean the pain has dulled to a soft throb at the back of my head and most of the time I’m not really aware of it, but sometimes I jolt awake at night with your name on my lips and the ghost of your hand clasped in mine and at this point I don’t know if I’m going insane or if it’s become a habit of mine to count all of the ways I’ve been missing you. How your laughter filled every room. How you told your stories in a way that always felt like I belonged in them as much as you, only that I never did. How being held by you felt like home. My mother used to tell me time would heal all wounds, and at some point it might just do that. But I can’t erase a connection like ours. Even if so much time passes that I barely remember the exact colour of your eyes or the freckles on your nose, it can’t do everything that happened that made me want to keep a part of your memory alive.”

— time heals all wounds / n.j.

“I’m deserving of so much more than someone who loves me when the moon rises, and forgets me once it sets. Love does not come and go like ocean tides, it floods like the sea itself.”

— Me (JNH)// Regrets that visit me at night

I know

I love you

Yet

The chest

Tightens

When I see

the signs

That you losing

that love

For me

My heart is frail

And cannot be helped

No matter

The scars

Are on it

Yet i know

You loved me

Until you saw the flaws

That i possess

Which was my fear

That again

I was not

good enough

It makes me wonder

Will anyone

See what I have to give

Or is this

An endless cycle

Of pain

That the truth is

I'm not enough

- Q.C