.pain is inevitable.

Grieving is paralyzing. Your mind’s trapped in the past when your body is drugged in the present. It desynchronized one’s reality. It ruins the harmony of one’s deranged heartbeat.

Sorry 🤷🏻‍♀️

As someone who likes being alone all the time usually, you know shit is getting bad when feeling alone starts to actually hurt you for once and you just want someone to hold you and be there.

social anxiety so bad i wonder if i’m welcome at places i was invited to.

Sometimes I truly believe I shouldn’t have made it this far, that the longer I stay the worse it’ll get. What if it never get’s better because I should’ve died that night.

I’d never heard of this poem until last night, when I really needed to see it

The cuts may have healed, but I haven't healed at all.

do you actually like being alone or did you just get used to no one ever showing up for you

“you’re so quiet” yeah i don’t make sense when i talk.