I’m sick and tired of feeling like a constant failure.
It is like everyone else is just better at “living” them I am.
It is like a battle I will never win, despite how well armoured I may seem on the surface.
Inside, she is hurting, breaking, her soul ceaselessly twisted and tormented as if there is no tomorrow.
What is the point of tomorrow, if it ain’t going to be any different or better?
What is the point of fighting a war that you will never win?
hold on, stay strong, be brave.
"REJOICE!" the voice says, “You are one step closer.”
"To what?" the girl asks.
"Heaven. Hell. Depends on how you see it." the voice replied with a smirk.
"People think they know you. They think they know how you’re handling a situation. But the truth is no one knows. No one knows what happens after you leave them, when you’re lying in bed or sitting over your breakfast alone and all you want to do is cry or scream. They don’t know what’s going on inside your head—the mind-numbing cocktail of anger and sadness and guilt. This isn’t their fault. They just don’t know. And so they pretend and they say you’re doing great when you’re really not. And this makes everyone feel better. Everybody but you."
William H. Woodwell Jr. (via -misanthropy)
Perhaps it was all just in my head.
As you stood a mere two inches away,I felt the softness of your breath. Sparks flew, as our eyes met. It has felt like centuries ago when I last felt that momentary, yet desperate sense of longing.
Who was I kidding?
"I hated myself for my weakness, my inability to just deal, but there comes a point when you’re so far down in the pit that there is no light at the end of the tunnel, not a pinprick or a soft glow. There is black and more black pressing into you, choking out the world. And asking how you got there and why you can’t get out is a pointless exercise because you’re too deep to do anything about it."
Cora Carmack, Finding It (via astoldby-sam)