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
why is it the people you can’t have are the ones you want the most
i don’t know why i feel sad, but i’m tired of feeling this way
I’m starting to care less and less about how people would feel if I didn’t wake up tomorrow.
What hurts is that he was capable of love. Of caring. Of kindness. But I wasn’t good enough or worthy for him or that love.
— but she was
“I mean, sometimes remembering can really destroy you.”
— Benjamin Alire Sáenz
I don’t wanna live because it’s not worth living with all this pain and completely unloved
I don’t know who my first heartbreak was. Maybe it was all of them, maybe none of them. Maybe it was my father when he became the first man to refuse me his love. Or maybe it was hurting someone else that made my heart ache.
- C. H.