“how will i ever get out of this labyrinth of suffering? straight and fast.”
alaska knew what was up. i’m already in the shit of recovery. i’ve hit the point where it’s getting bad now before it gets better. i can’t go back and i can’t stay feeling the way i do right now, because i cannot take it anymore.
straight and fast and i will get out of this labyrinth.
just talk to me. for once. i just want to know what you’re thinking one last time.
curiosity the cat strikes yet again. god i hate everything
school and life is so draining, i just don’t even have the energy to write out my emotions. i’m just sick of being borderline and of being tied to [REDACTED] in this way. all i can do is keep praying and doing what i can, and maybe eventually through those i’ll get out of this damn labyrinth of suffering.
i hate being alone. i cannot stand it for some reason when the thoughts are bad. it’s just me and the voices tn fr :/
melencholia
feeling like diane from bojack horseman when she got medicated and lost her ability to write the gritty shit.
8.21.23 - Second First Day (excerpt) I wonder how life would be different if he was just a little nicer when I was a kid. I tend to think about this a lot. I wonder how he can even bear looking at me, how he does not realize the extent of his damage- how he ruined a everything for me. I wonder a lot of things about him, fully knowing that I will never get any answers.
TW: brief mention of SA and physical assault
✩ 21 ✩ bpd, bipolar, & cptsd diagnosed ✩ helpol ✩ “Freedom is a length of rope. God wants you to hang yourself with it.”
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