Somehow, I’m still mourning. A year later. I’m still grieving for a person who’s still very much alive. At the same time, a part of me has died and likely won’t ever come back. It wouldn’t be the same anyway. It would be a Frankenstein’s monster looking rendition of the bubbly, happy, charming person I was. I hate life, and it’s written on my face every single day. I don’t want to be here anymore. But I can’t leave. Too many people rely on me. They all take me for granted, but one cold October morning between the 29th and the 31st, someone is going to find me hanging by something strong and sturdy.

9710144:

catchymemes:

dankmemesreasonforliving:

maevemills:

I thought I was a fool for no one

Oh baby, I’m a fool for you

I get this feeling in my chestal section sometimes and I can’t explain it other than an anxious rush. It doesn’t hurt, but it feels very strange. Like a swelling of emotions, and then it dies back down, sort of like the ocean does against a cliff face. It’s been happening more and more often as I’m going through this break-up and I truly hope I’m okay. I’ve had anxiety attacks before, but this is not that. This is like a very brief rush and almost as soon as it’s started, it’s over. You ever feel that before?

aidashakur:

Is anyone else in a weird state of mind right now ? Like everything is fine but everything’s not fine