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Please be patient with yourself. Nothing in nature blooms all year. 

To anyone suffering with mental illness. You are one badass mother fucker, becuase nothing is more terrifying than battling with your own mind every single day.

In the end, we'll all become stories.

If you've ever had that feeling of loneliness, of being an outsider, it never quite leaves you. You can be happy or successful or whatever, but that thing still stays within you.

It's okay. I knew you'd leave anyway; everyone does.

Page 365 of 365. I’m ready to close this book and start a new one. Ready to let go of whatever the struggles were I went through in this book.  Maybe I will go back to this book sometimes and just look through it, mabye to see how life treated me. But for now, I’m ready to end this book and start the new one in the greatest way possible. Happy New Year Everyone!

I'm that person everyone replace after a while.

Anxeity: THIS IS TOO MUCH me: what is? Anxiety: ALL OF THIS me: i'm literally not even doing anything Anxiety: TOO MUCH!!!

Some people smoke, others drink, and others fall in love, each one dies from a different way.

At the root of my anxiety I found human beings who claimed to love me.

Somewhere, right now someone is searching for everything that you have, everything that you once thought wasn't good enough, beautiful the way it works, what was once treated with hate will one day be loved by the one deserving you.

I don’t know why everyone makes the grim reaper out to be a bad guy, I mean he’s just taking you to the afterlife it’s not like he killed you. It’s actually quite nice of him to walk with you there, imagine if you had to go alone.

"Go to bed, you'll feel better in the morning" is the human version of " Did you turn it off and turn it back on again?

Every next level of your life, will demand a different version of you.

I'm pretty sure when we fall in love, we don't realize it. We just like that person, and eventually we start defending them, and get jelous if they talk to another person. We always want to be with them beacuse they make our crappy lives worth living for a few hours a day. They take our pain away; make us laugh, make us mad, make us sad, embarrassed. But no matter what they make us feel, we're coming back for more. That's just how love is.