“I Think Hell Is Something You Carry Around With You. Not Somewhere You Go.”

“I wanted to.. I wanted to tell you how much I’m hurting, how badly I just want it all to stop.. but all I could get out was “I’m fine” and force a smile. But I wanted you to see that I’m not really fine, I wanted you to take me into your arms and tell me it’ll all be okay while you rub my back, even if I don’t believe it.. I just want you to notice..”

— (J.A.L 5/5/17 10:45 pm)

maybe you meant a little too much to me, and maybe i meant a little too little to you

I don’t think people realize how overthinking slowly kills you, they don’t know how it can turn your mind into thoughts you wish weren’t yours

well well well if it isn’t my own mental illness coming to mentally ill me

I mean yeah I carry a sadness that exhausts my will to live like a leach on my heart but I’m basically fine