“Every Word Has Consequences. Every Silence, Too.”

I cried and I cried until I couldn’t anymore. I cried like I hadn’t cried in years. I cried until every last tear drop was drained from me. The numbness was gone and I cried

I wouldn’t be here regretting everything.

everyone is fully giving up on me, i’m so ready to end it

I noticed i keep mirroring everyone else, I dont have a original personality. I guess it’s scary to not know who you are cuz you were so depressed for so long but honestly I couldn’t care less. I fit great with all my friends thanks to that and when I’m alone I don’t have to talk or do anything. I can just dance and be alone in the dark or cook dinner in my apartment or laying in the forest and looking at the stars and in these small moments of my life I feel truly happy.

But there also the other stuff that makes me sad, I think I could be happy like really happy but I can’t. I just can’t. Not now, not here

why can’t i stay in bed all day reading books and listening to music while creating fake scenarios in my head like there isn’t a law against it so wtf