Just Keep Breathing

“When was the last time you were called beautiful and felt it?”

sometimes i don’t really exist.

“I promised myself I won’t get sad over it anymore because it’s not worth it. But here I am, sobbing into my pillow uncontrollably wanting this all to just fucking end.”

You say it’s the rain that stopped you leaving the house today. Yesterday it was the cold. Tomorrow, you’re considering saying you’re ‘just too tired’. But in truth? It’s easier to stay indoors. Easier to hide behind closed curtains, easier not to see anyone, speak to anyone, go out into the world, be seen… You’ve tried that already. You’ve been trying for years. And where has it brought you? Right back here: to an empty room, alone on a Friday night, wondering where you went wrong and why you keep trying at all to be part of things.

Isn’t it ironic that the only person who can make you really happy, is the same person who makes you sad and lonely?

you think you’re ok until you’re up at 3am crying about everything and nothing all at once