I slid my back down the bathroom wall and before I knew it, water dripped from my eyes down the bridge of my nose and onto my cheek. I had told myself I was fine that day, and pushed my demons back into their cages. Before I knew it, I was sobbing, muffling my quiet screams of anger, frustration, and sadness. I was a broken record.
・ IT’S YOU. IT’S BEEN YOU FOR THE PAST FEW MONTHS. SINCE THE MOMENT WE STARTED TO TALK. IT’S YOU AT 2AM OR IT’S YOU AT 6PM. IT’S YOU WHEN I EAT, IT’S YOU WHEN I SLEEP, IT’S YOU WHEN I’M STUDYING. YOU ARE EVERYWHERE AND YOU ARE EVERYTHING. IT’S YOU. IT’S ALWAYS BEEN YOU. YOU YOU YOU. ・
The worst place to be is not knowing where you are with someone when you know exactly where you want to be. Stuck on wondering if you’re on the same page when you don’t even know if you’re reading the same book.
Sometimes, I tell myself I'm okay, Especially when I'm not, I'm okay, I'm okay, Because at the end of the day, I'm afraid if I stop telling myself I'm okay for a single moment, I will slip into the empty pit filled with reasons that I'm not
we are masters of the unsaid words, but slaves of those we let slip out. we are prisoners of our minds with no escape but the inevitable death we live in the land of misfits we’re surrounded by a bundle of tantrums you didn't fix me, you just changed the part of me that was broken.