Fucking bitch

“Poza tym jest na świe­cie taki ro­dzaj smut­ku,któ­re­go nie można wy­ra­zić sło­wa­mi.Nie można go ni­ko­mu wy­tłu­ma­czyć.Nie mogąc przy­brać żad­ne­go kształ­tu,osia­da cicho na dnie serca jak śnieg pod­czas bez­wietrz­nej nocy.”

i hate moments like now where my mind starts trying to imagine ways and solutions for me to survive, imagine futures where i can live without wishing to die... but i know it's impossible, i would never be able to follow through with anything. i hate my laziness, it really kills.

E m o c j e

i truly hate myself for what i've let my life become. i hate myself even more for not having killed me yet and just feeling this deep disgust every day of my life, myself and everything around me.

You will lose someone you can’t live without, and your heart will be badly broken, and the bad news is that you never completely get over the loss of your beloved. But this is also the good news. They live forever in your broken heart that doesn’t seal back up. And you come through. It’s like having a broken leg that never heals perfectly — that still hurts when the weather gets cold, but you learn to dance with the limp.