Live, Not Just Survive

“Don’t be a fool. Don’t give up something important to hold onto someone who can’t even say they love you.”

— Sarah Dessen, Someone Like You

I don’t know who my first heartbreak was. Maybe it was all of them, maybe none of them. Maybe it was my father when he became the first man to refuse me his love. Or maybe it was hurting someone else that made my heart ache.

- C. H.

I mean yeah I carry a sadness that exhausts my will to live like a leach on my heart but I’m basically fine

my entire life is just about trying to survive my mind but then again there are moments where i ask myself why i’m even trying so hard. there is no light at the end of the tunnel, there is nothing worth staying for. why am i still doing this then? why am i still trying

my brain saw the slippery slope of unhealthy coping mechanisms and grabbed a fucking sled

me: *exists* me: this is too much

I’m starting to care less and less about how people would feel if I didn’t wake up tomorrow.