Please Make It Stop.

it’s too heavy to bear

Me: *makes a small irrelevant mistake*

My Brain, banging pots and pans together: YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUC

Me: *makes huge mistake that will directly affect my future horribly*

My Brain, lounging on a lawn chair with shades on: ....acknowledged

THIS HURTS MORE THAN I IMAGINED IT WOULD

22.11.18

My trauma didn’t make me soft. It made me distant. Angry. Distrustful. Bitter. Never soft. What they did was never soft.

look what youve made me into // 2.27.17

i’m so mentally exhausted it’s unreal

"are you good?" morally? no

credit: @azizalnatour

quick question: how the fuck do I get through the rest of my life like this