“Monsters don’t sleep under your bed. They sleep inside your head.”
Why do people do the same shit and expect a different outcome? Do you think anyone intentionally likes to fuck things up for themselves? Repeating destructive patterns and hoping for something good but never actually receiving it?
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You are no fucking longer invited to know anything about me or my life. The thought of you with me makes my skin crawl.
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I have so much anger and hatred towards myself. I’m living my life as if it were a test drive and I can do it over right next time.
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“So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I’m still trying to figure out how that could be.” – Perks of Being a Wallflower.
This quote oddly sums up how I’ve been feeling my entire life.
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My life feels empty. This place leaves me feeling like an apathetic body in a dark hole. It doesn’t matter how many anti depressants I take or how many times I change my medication, I think this place will leave me feeling this way no matter what.
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