fuck fake people

How was I so easy to forget?

"My mother told me once: I still remember you as a little girl, who overwaters the plants because she doesn‘t know when to stop giving."

I’m sick of everyone being so fake and mean. I’m sick of always being the one who cares the most. I’m sick of always being there for someone who’s never there for me.

i don’t know how to ask for help i disappear and come back when i’m good

being mentally ill is so tiring even when you’re not doing anything like damn I’m just sitting here and my brain wears me out

Ich habe meine dunkelsten Zeiten meines Lebens alleine durchgemacht,also verstehe mich bitte, wenn ich mich so verhalte, als würde ich niemanden brauchen.

i apologize to myself for pretending i was receiving enough when i wasn’t.

Healing makes you realize how beautiful, divine, whole and worthy you always were.