i really hope i dont wake up tomorrow.
My traumatized brain: everyone will hurt you and no one can be trusted

It's beautiful. And how we should cover our own scars and flaws. With pretty floral reminders that there is beauty and a certain quaintness in our imperfections.
is this what Taylor meant when she said, “you drew stars around my scars”
me: *wakes up*
me: *cant wake up inside*
I don't know what to do anymore
Tumblr? You mean my over the counter therapy?
It didn’t kill me, but something inside me died that day.
i feel sick when i remember how i opened up to you
I made a separate blog for my writings - where I will post poems and excerpts from everywhere, whether it be my diary or the book that I’m attempting to write.
I will fill it with more stuff pretty soon ☺️.
is there anything more intimate than self-destruction?
i really hope i dont wake up tomorrow.
I really need to be medicated for bipolar again, i just can’t believe (kidding, I can believe) that my parents will just stop the consultations suddenly
everyday I come here, exhibit mental illness and leave