My mother had told me once WHEN I WAS LITTLE AND HAD A FRIENDSHIP /////FALL APART THAT SOME RELATIONSHIPS JUST END. LIKE A STAR, THEY BURN BRIGHT AND BRILLIANT and then nothing particular goes wrong, they just reach their end. ♥ they burn out.
A girl met a boy and she loved him more than moonlight and the starry sky more than changing seasons and oversized sweaters more than polaroids and postcards old typewriters or record players concert tickets and the text she highlighted in her favorite novels she had come to love everything he was and everything she had made him into her heart swelled as the days passed by she was so full of love for him and hope that she forgot to do what so many forget to do she forgot to leave room to love herself (JM)
another reminder, the world is heavy but your bones (just a cubic inch) can hold 19,000 lbs ounce for ounce they are stronger than steel atom for atom you are more precious than diamond and stars have died so that you may live you need to remember these things when you say that you are weak and worthless
The truth is I stopped talking to you, NOT BECAUSE I DON'T LIKE YOU ANYMORE but because I thought I was annoying you. And I'm waiting just for you to say that you miss me because I miss you everyday. every hour, every minute, every second and it hurts.
I feel like I'm not anyone's first choice Neither their favorite. Even if people tell me that I'm important to them or I mean a lot to them, I know there's always someone they prefer to be with. Someone they choose over me. And that hurts. A lot.
"and then you realize that nobody ever really wanted you in the first place you were just an accident, a coincidence, a girl who people felt sorry for and took in out of pity or they felt obligated to. no one ever sought out just for you or took a glance at you and thought you were the one.
"But sometimes we get sad about things and we don't like to tell other people that. We like to keep it a secret. Or sometimes we are sad but we don't really know why we are. So we say we aren't sad. But we really are."
That's the thing about depression. A human being can survive almost anything, as long as she sees the end in sight. But depression is so insidious, and it compounds daily, that it's impossible to ever see the end. The fog is like a cage without a key.
❝I didn't want to wake up. I was having a much better time asleep. And that's really sad. It was almost like a reverse nightmare, like when you wake up from a nightmare you're so relieved. I woke up into a nightmare.❞