i feel like an abandoned house people come and go through; intriguing people at the beginning then they realize im just a bunch of empty walls and old broken windows

My problem is I never healed I just kept going

Shit sucks when you can’t talk to anyone about what’s going through your head

I want to scream. I want to hit something. I want to wreck something. I want to bang my head against the wall. I want to rip my heart out of my chest. I want to do anything to feel something else than my aching heart. But all I can do is sit here in agonising pain while tears run down my face.

The urge to isolate myself from everyone because they're going to leave anyway <33

i wish i could actually enjoy being alive instead of being so miserable and letting time pass me by

I guess I’ve learned to direct my anger towards myself, because if I break things or tell people how I feel they just get mad at me. If I break myself no one gives a shit.

SHOUT OUT TO EVERYONE WHO STILL TRIES TO GET BACK INTO THE SWING OF THINGS AFTER DEPRESSION HIT THEM HARD. THERE ISN’T ENOUGH RECOGNITION FOR THOSE PEOPLE WHO KNOW THAT THEY’RE GOING TO LOSE INTEREST AND MOTIVATION AGAIN BUT PUSH THEMSELVES TO DO STUFF ANYWAYS. YOU ARE FIGHTING A DAILY BATTLE WITH YOUR OWN THOUGHTS AND YOU’RE STILL COMING OUT ON TOP, YOU’RE ALL BRAVE AS FUCK

Be a safe place for the people you love.

isn’t it so sad how nothing helps