I Am Creating. I Am Pouring My Soul Into This Collection. It’s Driving Me Crazy. The Stars Say I Need

“I didn’t want to wake up. I was having a much better time asleep. And that’s really sad. It was almost like a reverse nightmare, like when you wake up from a nightmare you’re so relieved. I woke up into a nightmare.””

— Ned Vizzini

do you ever feel embarrassed to be in your own skin like please just dont look at me i wish i didnt exist sometimes like i want to disappear because i cannot handle being me 

Anger.

There is anger in me

One that never ceases, never stops

It hides under the surface

Curling under my skin

Like a snake in its lair

It has chosen me

I’m the host.

My parasite, my fire,

Ready to rage when my strength wilts

Ready at any moment to pounce

When I let down

My defences.

And I’m tired.

I want to give in

But if I give in, it will consume

The earth.

Coming to the conclusion that nobody actually wants me or needs me. I’m unimportant and invisible. I’ll soon disappear and everything will still be the same it’ll be better for everyone, the good thing about people not caring about me

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“No matter how hard I try I will always be left out, will never be as important as them, will always be forgotten and the only reason someone calls is because they might need something from me. I feel unwanted and worthless. They make me feel unwanted and worthless. But they’re all I have…”

— (via suicidalnixi)

do you ever sit with a group of people and not say anything for  the entire time so theres no reason for you to be there youre just awkwardly listening to people converse while doing your own thing and wondering how its so easy for them to just talk or why its so hard for you to say anything

Another thought.

I’m an immigrant and a child of immigrants. I’m from one of the poorest country in the world. Even though 90% of its popularity live in really rough conditions and situations on a daily basis, they’re the most happy, fulfilled and selfless people in the world. The word “suicide” was foreign to me until I moved to North America. People in western countries and developed countries have every material thing they need and all the ressources at their feet but, are the selfish, individualist and depressed ones. It really shocked me when I came here. The saddest humans in this world are the richest ones.

This sadly true fact is the main reason I feel soooo bad about being depressed. I could’ve been poor, a sex slave or even dead if I stayed in my country and I still feel 10x worst than these eventualities. How the hell am I supposed to feel now…