Trippy Hippy

“What a shame that the girl who once believed in fairytales and magic had to be struck by reality with demons in her mind and the fear of never being loved”

“And how does not one single person notice that I’m not okay?”

“You know how hard it is to stay sane and keep it all together when you’re with your family? We just don’t want them to worry, we know they already have tons of shit on their plates and we just don’t wanna add to that, so we continue to suffer alone. Oh how badly I wanted to end my life but managed to stay because I don’t want to place all the burden I’ll be leaving to them. But I’m tired. So fuckin’ tired. I don’t know how long I can stay.”

“You know that empty feeling? At first you think you’re hungry, but then you realize it’s a different kind of empty. The kind that makes you crave something to fill a void, deep down in your soul. Something that food could never satisfy. That feeling where you can’t even feel if your heart is still inside of you because you feel completely empty. What if we get that empty feeling from starving ourselves of positive thoughts? Thoughts that could reach down to the depths of our souls & start to fill us up with everything our souls ever craved: love. But that empty feeling feels worse than being starved… What if it’s because not only are we starving ourselves of thoughts that would fill us up, but we are also feeding ourselves negative thoughts? Thoughts that consume us, eating us up inside. What if we started feeding ourselves positive thoughts instead? Would we end up filling the void?”

I don't know how many times I survived myself without telling anyone.