I take my pills and I’m happy all the time… :)

monsters are real. and ghosts are real too. they live inside us. and sometimes…they win.

Who will dry ur eyes when it falls apart?

I overthink because I know how replaceable I am. I’m no one’s first choice or anything special to someone, I am nothing.

Maybe we feel empty because we left pieces of ourselves in everything we used to love.

I wish I could look at myself in the mirror without being disgusted at what I see. I can tell my friends to be strong and to love themselves but I can’t do it myself. I feel worthless. Like I don’t deserve to be loved.

Imagine taking psychedelics in space…

What doesn’t kill you makes you wish you were dead.

Some do drugs, others go out for a run, but at the end we’re all just searching for that tiny space, perhaps a hole, that gives us shelter from the terrible reality of the world.

yes my overthinking killed my happiness but I was always right.

No one notices your sadness until it turns into anger. Then you’re a bad person.