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Just no.

I gave you everything.

All of me.

I gave them all to you - heart, body, mind and soul.
But bit by bit, you begin to break me. Emotionally and psychologically.
I was left with nothing. An empty shell of tears and heart ache.
A deep, dark pit.

I began to break myself physically.
You told me not to. But how could I stop myself?
I needed to feel again. I do not want to be just an empty shell.

You promised to not hurt me again. You were sorry.
But it’s all too late now. You cannot fix me.
I am broken.
You broke me.

"I’d try to explain that it’s not really negativity or sadness anymore, it’s more just this detached, meaningless fog where you can’t feel anything about anything — even the things you love, even fun things — and you’re horribly bored and lonely."
— Allie Brosh (via hellanne)
I cry too much.

It has come to a point where nobody cares anymore.
It’s like crying wolf for so many times until finally nobody cares. That’s happening to me right now.

Nobody cares about the tears or why I am crying because I do that all the time. Everybody is sick and tired of me now.
It breaks my heart to know that.

But the funny thing is, I’m just as sick and tired of myself too.

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1. There will be several days that you daydream about stepping in front of a city bus. Don’t. It will not be beautiful. It will not be brave. It will be selfish. It will be broken. Your mother will cry.

2. Don’t write for him. Write for you. Write for others like you. Write so the girl that thinks about stepping in front of public transportation doesn’t. Don’t be selfish.

3. When you will yourself to sleep and it doesn’t come- get up. It doesn’t matter that it’s 3 am. There will be other 3 am’s. Take a shower. Take two. Wash him out of your hair. Write a poem. Read the same book you’ve read 202 times again. The 203rd time might tell you something different. Don’t stay in bed- you will think about the bus again.

4. Don’t kiss him because he’s broken. Don’t kiss him because his laughter never reaches his eyes. Don’t try and fix him. Fix yourself first. Be selfish. He can’t save you.

5. Date yourself. Take yourself out to eat. Don’t share your popcorn at the movies with anyone. Stroll around an art museum alone. Fall in love with canvases. Fall in love with yourself.

6. Dress up and wear red lipstick and get drunk with your friends. They’re the ones that will pick you up. Don’t kiss him. Or him. Don’t fall asleep on strange couches with strange boys. When his hand slides up your dress walk away. Hit him. Don’t kiss him. He can’t save you.

7. Get another tattoo. Get five more. Get another hole in your ear. Don’t listen to your dad. You will still be able to get a job. Did you really want to be employed by someone like your father? Haven’t you had enough of judgmental old white men anyway? Get fuck you tattooed in tiny letters on your hip.

8. When you feel the yearning for a new city- start over. Take 200 bucks and a three suitcases. Work anywhere that will have you. Meet strange people and forget your name. Call yourself Ruby. No one will know the difference. Remember to call your mother. Don’t be selfish. Come home when you find yourself in the strangers and the small one bedroom apartment.

9. Don’t whisper evil things into your own ear. Other people are going to shout them at you. Be your own hero. Keep a sword on your key ring.

10. Don’t step in front of a city bus. It will not be beautiful. Live. Stay up all night with a boy that promises you everything and means it. Live. See shitty local bands with a friend. Wear a different band’s t-shirt. No one will care. Live. Have a baby girl with tiny fingers and tiny toes someday. Pour love into her until it’s overflowing. Live. Wake up. Staying in bed all day is not poetic.

Live. Live.

Live.

Do you hear that? It’s me. It’s your life. Wake up.

"
— (via atomiclanterns)

(via atomiclanterns)

No. I’m not okay.

"Long after you’ve forgotten someone’s voice, you can still remember the sound of their happiness or their sadness. You can feel it in your body."
Anne Michaels, “The Winter Vault”  (via midwinterlove)

(Source: pigmenting, via luanlegacy)

I’m not able to get through this night alone. But I have nobody to turn to.

On a Supernatural Marathon.

aka I will be out of my cave probably like never

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