This loneliness won't be the death of me.
nic0tine-kisses:

Passenger // Let Her Go

spoken-not-written:

irwinsecure:

pretending to be depressed will not get your friends

pretending to self harm will not make people like you

pretending to have panic attacks is not something to be proud of

pretending to be socially awkward doesn’t make you cute

please stop portraying mental illness and self harm as something beautiful 

this

forgotten-by-all-loved-by-no-one:

This is one of the reasons why I cant get close to anyone

forgotten-by-all-loved-by-no-one:

This is one of the reasons why I cant get close to anyone

I have no one — that is my sickness.
Friedrich Nietzsche, from The Late Notebooks (via avvfvl)
I’m so sorry that I won’t ever say your scars are beautiful.
I’m so sorry to inform you that you will not die neatly, in black and white, while heartfelt music plays in the background.
I’m so sorry that, unlike some of you, I will not thank depression for “making me who I am today” because it hasn’t done a damn thing except give me a hell of a struggle.
I’m so sorry that there is not a “garden under my skin”, that there are not “flowers growing through the cracks in my ribs”, that there is “nothing in the space where my heart should be”.
I’m so sorry that I would never “go through it again to make me stronger.”
I’m so sorry that having a chemical imbalance in my brain doesn’t make me a tragic hero that found my way out of a bottomless byss.
I’m so sorry that there is nothing romantic about a dreary mystery with a dark mood and somber vocabulary.
I’m so sorry that your pretty metaphors do not compare to the raw sadness.
i’m so sorry, but if you’re looking for someone to save, you’ve come to the wrong place //c.u.t  9:36 p.m. (via anarvosa)