#kill me
I’m always thinking and thinking and over thinking about everything I say and do because I’m trying to figure out why it’s so easy for people to leave me like I wasn’t worth anything in the first place even though I try so hard to be perfect but as usual I’m not good enough
When you find out you will always be just a play toy to him, just confirms it’s better to be alone.
Why can’t I just be happy?
I feel like every time I am close to happiness something, someone or even myself prevents it from happening. It’s like I’m not ment to be happy, I’m not ment to go a few days without my mind reminding me how much of a disappointment I am, without my grandmother telling me how imperfect I am. I can’t have a day where my own toughts telling me I would be better off lock away where no one will have to deal with me. I’m trying my very best every day to come off as this happy person but I can’t do it all the time
After everyone leaves the saddest part is getting used to being all alone again
„W ciągu 10 minut pomalowałam się, uczesałam się, ubrałam się, tysiąc razy powiedziałam “kurwa” i dalej już z górki… Starałam się przeżyć kolejne godziny, starając się nie dostać załamania nerwowego, kurwicy albo histerii.”
NN
I want to
I want to scream
I want to die
I want to…
I can’t believe they brought Ralph back! Why??? What have we done to deserve this?!
SLEEPLESS NIGHTS
u broke my heart
and i hate u
because i love u.
suddenly i have trust issues. x
if only u knew.