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depending your entire mood on another person is absolutely pathetic and i hate that i’m like this

Perhaps the fact that I chased a boy who ripped me to shreds says a lot more about me than it did about him.

Michelle K. — Lessons Learned

“I want you and I don’t want to be a luxury. I want you to need me. I want you to not be able to concentrate because you’re thinking about me. I want you to reach for your phone because you thought of something you have to share with me. I want you to not even be able to breathe at the thought of never seeing me again, because that’s how I feel about you.”

— Shannon Stacey, All He Ever Needed (via thebrokenquotes)

“I don’t want to be in love with you anymore. Every second I love you, is every second bereft of peace. Every second loving you is every second me struggling to breathe. I desperately need to fall out of love with you.”

— unrequited love

The heart wants what the heart wants and there’s nothing one can do about it, except for suffering.

I wish I didn’t want you anymore.

Can you please end this if you don’t want me? Because I can’t. I can’t do it. I won’t be able to forgive myself for ending it if we had a chance. And some part of me desperately clings to that tiny chance. Maybe it’s all in my head. I don’t know which it is. So please just do it. Because I can’t make sense of what you want anymore. It’s an earnest request, leave me if you want to.

Just put me out of my misery.

I’ll be here waiting for you. I want you to know that if you ever decide that you want me, I’m here. I’ve always been incredibly stubborn much to my own dismay. And it’s not going to be any different this time. So I will wait for you. Maybe you will come back, probably you won’t. But I’m not going to stop waiting for you.

I’m not giving up on us.

“I really need you to pick me. I really need you to stay. Please just pick me. I don’t have any dignity left at this moment, I’m swallowing all my pride and I’m asking you to pick me. Please just stay.”

— can’t you see how much I love you

They told me leaving you was the cure to my pain. It was the supposed remedy for my heartache. Leaving you would calm the chaos in my head, how I would finally feel free and liberated.

It turned out to be a lie. All I do is wait for you to come back, all I feel is regret.

I think it’s high time that I let you go. I’ve been hurting myself for too long by holding onto you.

I wish I could gather the courage to do it once and for all.

Don’t tell me I’ll find someone else. Don’t tell me someone will love me someday. Please don’t give me that hope. I want to believe it more than anything. Knowing me, I’ll give in and try again. But heartbreak is inevitable. And I don’t have it in me to have my heart broken again. I won’t make it if it happens again. So let me stay safe, doesn’t matter if I’m alone. At least I’ll survive.

So please don’t say it. Because I’m doing everything I can to never believe in it again.

I’m tired of feeling like I committed some sort of crime by falling for you. I’m tired of justifying my feelings. It just happened. And trust me, there’s nothing I want more than to not be in this situation because I know you’ll never feel the same way. I know how unwelcome I am your life. I’m aware that you don’t want me. But maybe I don’t owe an explanation to you or to myself. I feel the way I feel, I love you. I just fucking do.

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

“What hurts the most is having to pretend that none of this hurts at all.”

— “im perfectly fine”

I hate myself so fucking much.

Everything and everyone would be so much better off if I wasn't here at all.

I will never have purpose, I will never deserve to live.

I shouldn’t still be here.

I don’t want to be.

I don’t want to be here anymore.

I don’t even want any of this, but I have to deal with all this failure which is a result of me being alive. And that just makes it a million times worse. I fail at everything, I can’t do one thing right. Yeah I failed but I don’t have the motivation or the will to work. I’m not being lazy. I just don’t know how to work towards anything when my end goal is to be dead

“Living with anxiety is like being followed by a voice. It knows all your insecurities and uses them against you. It gets to the point when it’s the loudest voice in the room. The only one you can hear.”

—

How am I supposed to succeed at life when on most days my best is getting out of bed. I have no energy to work towards anything. Showing up is my best sadly. But how do you explain that to people.

don’t break my heart you live there

Benjamin Fondane

Alejandra Pizarnik, from Diarios.