Half Of Me Trying To Stay On Track, Other Half Doesn’t Care About Anything On This Earth

Penitent magdalene in the cave ~ 1890 ~ Eduard Kasparides (Austrian painter, 1858-1926)

People are so complicated and I don’t understand what’s so different about me that makes relationships so hard I always try to do the right thing but always I’m too unstable too strange too much for most I like to pretend that I am well enough to be left completely alone and that I need no one, even though this is not true I still feel that I would somehow be better off unknown and unloved and moved through life as John Doe, for then I might find peace. For now, I just beg for this to be over.

Hace tanto tiempo que no sentía nada. El vacío era lo único que me acompañaba. Y ahora... ahora cambió. Quiero más de esto, pero sé que no va a suceder.

pounding her senseless so that every sentence she says sounds so slurred— no longer able to talk, move or hear anything after hours and hours of being edged. and every second you stop, her body shakes craving more. <33