a love that even death can’t end

i know it is a privilege to feel things deeply but what the fuck

hi. will it ever end

i wish i knew how to love myself the way i love others

there‘s something inside me that hurts all the time

it’s so painful to watch yourself grow cold, bitter, and resentful, even toward small, irrelevant things, when all you’ve ever wanted was just to be warm, gentle, kind, and loving.

I want my heart to be ripped out so that I can no longer feel this heaviness and sadness that has darkened my heart.

i’m tired. but not just “didn’t sleep” tired. soul tired. bone tired. like my body keeps going but nothing inside knows why.

the way I can go from.normal to suicidal is crazy