“You realize you are not alone, right? No one in their twenties has life figured out. It’s okay to be a mess. You’re living.”—Things my therapist told me today that almost made me burst out into tears. I need to remember this more often. (via michaelassbendr)
this guy totally fucked me over. he was a total asshole and yet i excuse all his actions. he shows no remorse, no apology and yet i pretend like nothing happened. i’m just crawling back, craving his attention. i feel so weak and angry at myself. i’m setting myself up to be hurt again and i don’t understand why. i hate myself for this.
No one knows who I am anymore. I don’t even know my fucking self. Life is shit so I go drown myself in vodka. I’m not even here anymore. I’m just watching myself fucking everything up. Im just one big mistake. I’m so fucking alone. I’m ready to close my eyes and not wake up. Everything hurts
its when the demons come to visit. when you can feel every painful heartbeat and every breath is an effort. it’s wanting to walk into the ocean. it’s floating in the cold water hoping you’ll sink. it’s watching your life trickle down your skin. it’s the stains across the bed sheets and the lasting imperfections. it’s all heavy and it’s all so numb. it’s knowing that you are a broken soul and that there is no fire left within.