Bali, England and Spain next year shit yeaaaaaaa
Feeling empty is worse than being sad
You can weep sadness into your favourite pillow
Or shatter your mothers sacred vase to relieve your anger
But when you feel nothing
When you’re hollow and numb
You’re left slicing valleys into your skin,
hoping that perhaps it’s feelings flowing from the gashes.
You think it will take away the shaky hands and swollen throat,
fill the emptiness within you.
But its not
And it won’t
And you’re left in a pile of blood and tears on the bathroom floor,
wishing somebody had told you to pick yourself up and not shut down your feelings
what’s the point tho really, nothing good ever stays and nothing bad ever goes away
opening up every cut that should be a scar by now
i need the hope i always tell my friends about
literally cannot tolerant 99% of people for longer than 2 minutes srs
kind of over everything
really just wanna get away from this place for a while, escape my mind and thoughts, the pressure, everything ah
99.9% of people forget I exist if I don’t intimate conversation
feelin hell wanted
4 months later n I miss you like i lost you yesterday, I don’t think I day has gone by where I haven’t wondered where you are and what you’re doing. I hope you’re having fun watching over everyone, finally taking a break, you deserve it. it’s not fair, you were one of the good ones and it’s not fair it’s not okay come back
I’m honestly awful at having relationships and friendships, I don’t know why I let myself get attached to people because I fuck everything up and can’t hold onto anything anyway. I don’t deserve anybody rly.