I'm an angel, living in the garden of devil.

Das Leben ist so schwierig mit psychischen Krankheiten.

Dieser Schmerz bei dem du nicht mehr weinst, sondern nur noch still ins leere schaust.

I love sleep, you forget about pain, problems,stress,everything for awhile

I try so hard,so hard,but nothing ever changes

i wanna scream on the top of my lungs until it starts to hurt.

it feels like every step forward i take, i take 2 steps back. it’s never enough. i’m trying. i just need something to keep me going to keep me motivated. i feel like i’m only happy when i’m delusional.

gonna have a mental breakdown for sure

No one notices your sadness until it turns into anger. Then you're a bad person.

Es hat einen Grund warum niemand meine Gedanken lesen kann. Die bräuchten sonst alle eine lebenslange Traumatherapie...

You know you're getting bad again when even sleep and music don't help and you feel sick all the time and you just want to disappear.

i am slowly giving up.

I swear to god it's really annoying having to listen to my own thoughts, like can I ever get a moment of peace in here?

idk why, but i really feel like i need a break from being alive.

I already said too much. I already shared too much, and I want all my secrets back. I hate getting close to people these days. I always regret sharing too much, caring too much, doing too much, feeling too much.

i can’t be the only person that feels like i’m running out of time, but don’t know for what?????????