It's almost better if you weren't to come around anymore.
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I'm drowning in doubt and choking on fear. I'm forgetting how to swim. Giving up seem so much easier. At least I know I've always been good at it. I'm building my walls again. The cement is becoming my weight and I'm sinking. My mind is my worst enemy it poisons my insides. It's hard sometimes not to be so bitter. It's often the only emotion I can ( Read more... )

"It seems like all those little things add up in the end.
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Being raised by a manic-depressive narcissistic parent is one of the hardest things I'll ever endure, that, and losing one. The highs are few and far between and the lows I know all to well. It's hard not to be dragged down with her. I've adapted a certain kind of liking for this place one that almost feels at home.

no one cares about your broken pieces, get over yourself. no one is here to feel your heart break, weep alone. there are no empaths like you, you are alone. empathy is a dying trait, lol.

My soul sister/my twin flame ( Read more... )

Ever feel alone, total loneliness, completely solo? People may respond but don't really listen. No one truly feels the emotions you bear. No one is in this with you. You've got to fight this battle alone.

I don't know what to do anymore. How do you save someone who is in constant denial of their life style. Someone who has created this false reality and can't see what's real anymore. Someone so lost in the dark hole of depression, that I fear going in and getting too close I don't want to be succumbed by it; the darkness I lived along time. She is ( Read more... )

Your life is completely make believe. You've become so fucking delusional it makes me sick to my stomach. Take your blinders off, this kid you think so highly of is going to kill you. He is dealing you the last of your life in grams. Is that what your life has succumb to, an eight ball? I wish I could wake up from this nightmare. I wish I wasn't ( Read more... )

My anxiety has dreams about anxiety. I'm in a car that does not belong to me. I cannot adjust the mirrors or seat well enough to stop the frantic of my mind. I cannot see, blind spots turn into my only form of vision. I am best friends with doubt. No amount of lavender scent will ease the hardwiring of my brain. There is no such ritual to rid me of ( Read more... )