#depressing quote
How do you know when it’s over?“
"Maybe when you feel more in love with your memories than with the person standing in front of you.
I would rather break my own heart then yours
But if you leave, you can I’ll remember You, though.. I remember everyone that leaves
There’s 7 billion 47 million people on the planet and I still feel like my life doesn’t matter to anyone
I can’t act like I don’t feel anything for you
You can’t get away from yourself by moving from one place to another.
Depression is when you don’t really care about anything. Anxiety is when you care too much, and overthinking everything. Having both is hell.
I just feel so fucking empty sometimes and it’s so exhausting to feel nothing and everything at the same time.
How sad is it that after everything we went through, we still feel empty.
-Unknown
I am trying to remember you and let you go at the same time.
Unknown
I sit down, mind filled with swirling thoughts, trying to regain the sense of calmness. I breathe softly as I’ve finally settled, quickly finding myself searching ways for improvement. I remind myself that no corner of me can be left ignored while doing so. Before I know it, evaluation begets validation, and I’m going off into how terrible and worthless I am. When I get to my feet again, only then do I realize how much time I’ve spent so focused on my faults, and that I’ve degraded myself down to dust without any recognition for what I had learned from them.
E.G. // Inevitable criticality
Too often I find myself going out of my way to please those around me… many who do not and will not give a damn about me.
- E.G.
Why is it that I write my best when I’m at my worst?
It’s unfair how these beautiful thoughts arise from the ashes of my happiness.
E.G.
“… The human heart beats approximately 4,000 times per hour and each pulse, each throb, each palpitation is a trophy engraved with the words, ‘You are still alive.’”
Rudy Francisco, Button Poetry // I believe some of you needed this; I know I do.
I can’t find it… I think I’ve lost that special place I go to when I want to forget the rest of the world.
E.G. wandering
You make me your last and only come to me when you’re bored of everyone else. And what do I do? My heart jumps, excited that you’re even acknowledging me, and I open my arms to accept you. Every. Single. Time.
E.G. Why do I do this to myself? How do I stop fucking caring about you?
You make me your last and only come to me when you’re bored of everyone else. And what do I do? My heart jumps, excited that you’re even acknowledging me, and I open my arms to accept you. Every. Single. Time.
E.G. Why do I do this to myself? How do I stop fucking caring about you?
I don’t care anymore imma just fuck up my life
I’m fucking stupid for thinking you could love me
How do you know when it’s over?“
“Maybe when you feel more in love with your memories than with the person standing in front of you.
You know what sucks about sorry? It’s the worst word in the world. Because it always happens after you fuck up something good.
How do you know when it’s over?“
“Maybe when you feel more in love with your memories than with the person standing in front of you.
