no sé si dormir, llorar o masturbarme.
llevo diciendo toda mi vida que voy a estar mejor pero aca estoy, acostada en la cama, mirando hacia el techo cuestionandome de nuevo si lo que hago esta bien
“It isn’t possible to love and part. You will wish that it was. You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you. I know by experience that the poets are right: love is eternal.”
— (via waningblue)
(via xecarez)
5:57pm : omgggg I’m so happy and full of love!!
6:03pm : I wanna die right now
Interviewer: where do you see yourself in 5 years?
Me: I used escapist fantasies as a coping mechanism to get through years of trauma and therefore never learned how to plan for a real life future
Alternatively: I went through periods of depression so frequent and intense that I never considered that I’d actually make it to my 20s so now I’m kinda just making it up as I go
Do you ever get mad at yourself because you are you
I wish I looked as sick as I feel
At least people would understand






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