Every eyelash that was on my face, every dandelion i blew, every birthday candle, every coin thrown in a fountain, every 11:11, every fallen star, i wished for just a little longer with you.
nobody really understands what i’m going trough
They act like they do
But they don’t
They don’t know shit about me.
She blames me for not leaving a toxic situation, when being in one. But how could i? After all the pointing fingers, the slamming doors, the screaming and the fighting. I have never knew better, i guess that what they say is true. I am just like my fathers.
Being back in the room where depression lives, it’s a sharp pain and an overwhelming numbness.
I need you more then ever </3
You,"he said," are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world, and that, I believe, is why you are in so much pain.
— Emilie Autumn
i’m in this weird phase of my life where i’m not really happy but not sad eighter i’m just living in confusion of what the fuck i actually feel.
i don’t really know what i’m doing i don’t really have a plan i’m just doing what feels right at the moment and for the rest whatever happens happens as long as it feels right.