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I’m sorry you’ve been made to believe that the whole of Africa is poor, I really am..
I begged you to stay. I apologized so that you’d stay. I forgave everything you did to hurt me for you to stay. I swallowed my pride for you to stay. I was so caught up in getting you to stay in any way possible, I didn’t realize that if you wanted to stay I wouldn’t have to do any of the above.
“Maybe if I was good enough you would have stayed.”
-12:34 AM
Benjamin Fondane
“It’s tough to get out of bed; I know that myself. You can lie there for an hour and a half without thinking anything, just worrying about what the day holds and knowing that you won’t be able to deal with it.”
— Ned Vizzini, It’s Kind of a Funny Story (via thebookquotes)
Bring up how people don’t reciprocate your energy and watch them guilt trip you for giving them things they “didn’t ask for.”
well well well if it isn’t my own mental illness coming to mentally ill me
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