dead star.

starting to question my worth again.

my feelings never last long enough. they die so quickly.

don't worry, dear. maybe one day, you will be loved.

i wanna kill myself but what good would it do?

i want to overdose. i want to die.

i'm always looking for a way to run. a way to escape. why does anyone ever become friends with me?

how do you tell the people that you've come to care about that your time might be running out? is there a right way to cause such pain?

i really do appreciate you. even if you've hurt me. i'm not just saying it to say it. i just can't love you the way you love me. i don't know how to do that anymore.

the moment you stop fearing your abuser and start laughing at them instead is the moment you've won.

why am i always the voice of reason?

do not obsess over me. i will destroy you from the inside out if you do.

did you want to haunt me, mother? do you mean to haunt my dreams after you've been gone for a year. i'm trying to heal. please go on.

i can feel my life falling apart around me. nothing is stable, nothing is whole. only fragments of what used to be.

you only think you love me. don't let the idea of me trip you up.

nobody notices you dying in the kitchen because they're too busy looking at themselves in the mirror. it's okay. you can close your eyes and drift away. only a few people will care, but you loved them more than anything. very gently say goodbye because time's running out.

i don't tell anyone i'm suffering because i already know they don't care.

It's never too late to mold yourself into something greater.