Willkommen Daheim

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What sucks is the day where you backtrack/relapse into your old coping mechanisms after being “stable” for a bit. It’s the harsh reality that you can’t ignore the past, because it’s there, affecting the way you think and act/behave with or without your knowledge. When will be the day I can finally breathe and recover

my life is a mess and i try to distract my head, but sometimes nothing works. nothing makes me forget how much i hate myself

who wants to go stargazing with me on april 26th and watch the pink full moon? i'll let you hold my hand

Ab dem Tag, an dem ich mir den Tod gewünscht habe, habe ich aufgehört zu leben.

sometimes i wonder if im the toxic one.

I saw you in my dreams again, I held you a little tighter because I knew when I would wake up you’d be gone.