Thesemidnightthoughtss - Midnight Thoughts

No, he didn’t love me. Yes, it’s not the end of the world. But it was the end of my world. I was always broken, even before I met him. But after him, I shattered into a million pieces.

One can fix a crack but you can’t put back a million pieces together

my entire life is just about trying to survive my mind but then again there are moments where i ask myself why i’m even trying so hard. there is no light at the end of the tunnel, there is nothing worth staying for. why am i still doing this then? why am i still trying

The thing is once you start thinking about killing yourself you can never go back. It becomes this option, that you can't unsee or stop thinking off. Whenever things get tough again it comes back to haunt you. There'll always be this voice whispering 'wouldn't it all be easier if you died' and you can never get rid of it

If I could stop living right this second without hurting anyone I’d fucking do that shit

If they act like they can live without you, let them

I crave intimacy... but I don’t want temporary people touching my mind, body, or soul.

I don’t want to do anything anymore, I don’t want to be anything anymore

“Just because someone hurts you doesn’t mean you can simply stop loving them. It’s not a person’s actions that hurt the most. It’s the love. If there was no love attached to the action, the pain would be a little easier to bear.”

— Colleen Hoover, It Ends with Us