“Don’t be a fool. Don’t give up something important to hold onto someone who can’t even say they love you.”
— Sarah Dessen, Someone Like You
The worst feeling is having to hide your true feelings for someone because you know it’s better off that way
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
i don’t know why i feel sad, but i’m tired of feeling this way
A part of suicidal ideation or self harm no one talks about is the numbness to the subject that comes with it. I sit and scroll through pages and pages of cries for help, suicide notes and plans and feel nothing. No worry, no concern, no crushing feeling in my chest. Nothing. Those familiar feelings are now replaced with a strange familiarity, a kind of comfort that it’s not just me.
Fuck. When did it get to this
Live, not just survive
The way I loved you wasn’t normal and the way you broke me wasn’t either.