#mentally tired
I just wish I could be good enough for once…
Broken thoughts
If suicide isn’t the solution, then what is?
Broken thoughts
Is there anyone else who feels not happy, but not that depressed either? Like you’re just trapped in the middle?
Broken thoughts
“You hurt me. Are you happy now?”
Broken thoughts
“My scars are fading, but the pain still won’t go away”
Broken thoughts
You really know you’re fucked, when does late night thoughts start hitting you in the middle of the day…
Broken thoughts
“You’re cold. But it’s because people have hurt you”
Broken thoughts
Fuck feelings.
Fuck emotions.
Fuck people.
Fucklife
Broken thoughts
It really does…
I’m running out of reasons to stay alive…
Broken thoughts
Help me, I’m losing my mind again…
Broken thoughts
I’ve been awake since 4am and tossing and turning all night before that…
Sleep and I have always had a hard time getting along. I adore sleep. The vivid dreams, the horrid nightmares, I love it all. For me however, it’s always been a delicate balance of medication, temperature, pillows, proper positioning, lights (I wear a sleep mask) and sounds (I have a fish tank in my room which has a filter running at all times).
It’s always been hard for me to get up in the mornings. I greatly dislike getting up before I’m ready to wake up naturally, and I love sleeping for as long as possible, which used to be a problem but isn’t as much of one anymore. I feel like sometimes I’m addicted to sleep, always chasing that perfect, restful night, which comes so so rarely…
11/2/2020
I’ve come to realize there is something deeply wrong with me and as much as I try not to be, I am a toxic person maybe not to others most likely just to myself but it’s probably the truth. I try my best to be a good person, a good friend but the feeling of being a outcast and the persistent thoughts that I’m not good enough and that I’m stupid control my mind. I hate the way I think, I hate that I don’t get it on the first go, I hate that I always feel like I’m the reason why everything comes apart. The feeling of consent numbness also makes not want to do anything but laying in bed.
Just like a thousand stories shared between the night’s dark letters of love and tales never written whole, will our love be yet another chapter in the history of this world which never found the light of the suns?
“Sono gay”
Due lettere,tanto caos.
~Piuma
“Just let it go and let it flow..”
But my mind just won’t let me…
Maileta /// self torture
