Memories

Trauma didn't make me nice, I consciously made me nice because I don't want anyone else to suffer like I did. Trauma didn't make me strong, I made me strong. Don't you dare ever tell me my trauma made me anything but scared, broken, and confused. Don't give credit to the abusers for me being a good person. They didn't make me good, I made myself good.

Keeping in touch with people is so hard when your brain tells you no one wants to talk with you

i’m tired of being so exhausted

The worst feeling is when you find out you didn’t mean as much to someone as you thought you did and you look so stupid for caring too much

I know I've said it a thousand times but I'm so lonely that it hurts. The kinda of alone that weights on your chest and makes you wanna cry even though you have no energy to cry anymore so you just lay in bed and wonder how can your life mean so little to everyone and even to yourself

fuck everyone else, i’m only into you.

decided ima continue being a soft bitch that cares too much bc that’s what makes me me