May 2013
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I can’t deal with this. I just can’t. It’s like a thousand spears piercing through my heart. I can’t deal with this. I can’t. I don’t know how.
April 2013
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I’ve lost my friends. I hate myself too.
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It’s not my style to beg. I don’t wanna try anymore. No more.
March 2013
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I must be going mad. The slightest thing triggers me off and sends me into a crazy rage. The things that happened were so insignificant and minute, and i knew they were, but i couldn’t control my reaction. I could only think of inflicting pain on myself. Where and how. My mind’s screwed up. Something inside me is rotten and damaged. Beyond repair.
January 2013
December 2012
Silence carries your name; it glows in the dark over my grey-blue dreams.
– Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vita Sackville-West dated 23 October 1927. (via violentwavesofemotion)
November 2012
Silence carries your name; it glows in the dark over my grey-blue dreams.
– Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vita Sackville-West dated 23 October 1927. (via violentwavesofemotion)
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The night sky’s black and I’m awake lying on the ground. The grass beneath my feet is hard and cold just like I’ve come to be. The stars are gone behind the clouds and I can’t see a thing so I’ll just let my eyes stay closed just like me, I can’t open up. Cause I’m all wrong and I don’t see a chance to fix this head. So just give up. Write me off,...
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Each time that I close my eyes, I can feel you.
I exist, that is all, and I find it nauseating.
– Jean-Paul Sartre (via mmonsters)
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So sick of this process. So sick. So sick. I wanna runaway.
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The fucked up part about this story is that I know you’re flawed. I see them more clearly as time goes by. But it doesn’t make a difference.
October 2012