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There’s been so many sentences about me not feeling loved that it actually annoys me. Because I’m loved. By the best person ever.

But no worries, I have no emotional permanence 🥰 literally once in a long long time being home alone in the evening and I’m so anxious and jumping to destructional behaviour :3

I hate my brain so much. I didn’t wake up in the best mood today but that’s fine. It’s nothing. It’s just normal things.

Then somebody heightens their voice at me and I cry and I hate and I am extremely anxious and I cry and I go to sleep. I wake up and only thought in my head is “I want to die” it just spins in my head on repeat. I want to die I want to die I want to die I want to die.

I’m so tired of my head trying to kill me.

In a psych ward again. Third time this year.

• 3 days

• over 3 weeks

• 12 days and counting

I wish I could say that it’s getting better. But it’s not. It’s not and I don’t know how to stop it. I just want to take a breath without feeling all this weight. Feels like I’ve never had my lungs full. I’m just so tired of being always tired. Tired of this never ending cycle. Every time it gets better and then it gets worse again. Usually I can feel that things are gonna get better again. Not this time. I’m not actively suicidal. But I wouldn’t mind not waking up tomorrow. I need to keep living at least until I see twenty one pilots in Poland. Also going to Georgia this month with my dad. So like you know I have so many exciting things coming. But I’m not excited. It’s just a box I need to tick. Tik-tok eyes on the clock, waiting it to stop.

The drip finally stops.

I used to cry about leaving everyone behind. I’m still sad about it. But it doesn’t hurt that much anymore. I’m in so much pain and I know I’m selfish, knowing how much pain it would cause others. But I feel that type of pain on a daily basis. Everyday is a nightmare that I can’t escape.

I can’t act broken because I’m a foundation to a lot of people. It sounds so egoistic, but that’s just how it is. I carry you all and I like doing it. It’s just you know. I need someone to carry me. I need someone to not need anything in return and just be there for me. To not try to change me every time, to not give advices. Just be there for me.

But here I am being in a hospital. With no strength to hold myself. Somehow I still find some to hold others. I am so tired. I will be there for you with tears on my face and blood dripping down on the floor. But I’ll be there for you.

I just don’t have any strength to fight for myself. So please somebody, anyone… please fight for me. I want to live but I’m tired of suffering. We put dogs that are in pain to sleep. I’m not a dog, I’m much less important, I cause pain to myself and others. So put me to sleep. Save me from my pain, save me from causing pain to others.

Save me

I can’t breathe

Nobody have ever hurt me so much as you.

What if I’ve let it hurt me so much that I can’t hurt anymore. What if the drip finally stopped? All my love bled out. All the passion. What if now it’s only a habit. Habit to love. I feel so detached. I don’t feel the deep connection I’ve felt before. Or was it even a connection? Or was it just one of my mental illnesses obsessing over him. What he’s just one of my “special interests”? I do love him. He is my best friend, my family. But is there anything more left in me? I don’t know.

It hurts so much. I feel physical pain just knowing that it’s real now. That I did it. That I’ve hurt him. My biggest fear was hurting him. And I did it. And I hate myself for it. But everyone says that my pain is more important and I need to think about myself. But what if he is a part of me. I feel so empty. I know that I didn’t do it impulsively, but why does it feel like I did. Why.

I hope you get better and we’ll continue our journey. Without us hurting each other.

I wish

I wish for u to be better

I wish that you’ d know what u want

I wish I could get better

I wish I could do what I want

But there we are, drowning each other

Going deeper and deeper and making it harder to stop

I wish we have never met so I would never find out how it feels to genuinely love someone

I wish we have never met so I would never have to feel this way

I wish we met each other in another time and place

I wish you didn’t kill me slowly

Drowning my dreams in the sea of your self doubt

I wish I didn’t love you this much

Hoping that then it wouldn’t hurt this much

I love you

I feel we’d be better apart

Why are you so scared of commitment?

I need you to be sure.

Fresh out of mental hospital.

Couple hours ago I felt free, alive.

Now I feel stones drowning me.

My heart is heavier with every breath I take.

I feel broken.

My mom would have left me to die

it was a good story a great story even but as any good story this one comes to an end

Is it the end? Does our love have an expiration date? Is it really that exhausting for you? I don’t know how long I can handle feeling that you don’t care especially as I changed my life 180 degrees just to please you.

I’m sorry that I won’t make it to our dream life.

It hurts to be your second choice

I wish I could paint,

Or dance,

Just do something creative,

But instead,

I stare,

And cry,

And wait,

For it to be over.

I’m starting to lose my only reasons to stay

I’m slipping through my own fingers

I wish I knew some big words to describe how I feel. I wish there was at least one language I knew that deep so I could write poetry. Except I’m using my simple mind to tell you that I don’t feel loved. Sometimes I wish I could love less, maybe I’d feel less violated then. If I could give you only half of my love, maybe then I wouldn’t feel so left out. It’s painful to feel this way. Like everything’s unfair. To make sacrifices for somebody who doesn’t feel this way. It hurts, it hurts like hell. I wish you could see it. See that I can’t tell you what hurts me because I don’t want you to feel any sort of pain. Making myself to carry all of it. I’m so tired.

I’m gonna kms. I want to live so fuckin bad but I won’t make it.

I love it so much that every time I’m trying to speak up, I’m the bad one. Im the worst right? Ruining all relationships with just talking about how I feel. Fuck u then.

I don’t feel like in a room full of other people you would ever pick me.

I feel like it’s an end. But I don’t want it to end. So I have a choice to suck it up or talk about it. If I talk it’s gonna end up in a worst argument, loss of trust and a big distance between us. So my only choice is to suck it up. Even when it makes me feel like I’m drowning, I can’t breathe and all my cells are trying to convince me that the easiest way to cope with it is fall back into patterns that have ruined my life so many times.

I don’t really have a choice here. Because without him I’ll lose the biggest part of myself. I’ll lose everything.

I HATE MYSELF SO FUCKIN MUCH. How to cope with it?

Every time I know I have a panic attack. And I hate that I always know. I don’t want it to ruin everything but I can’t keep feeling that way. I’m trying to pretend that it’s okay, but I can’t stand it. I hate myself so much for feeling this way. I don’t want to be a controlling bitch who doesn’t let him do stuff he likes but it kills me slowly.

There is no point, you try your best to be “the best version of yourself” but all you get in return is “what’s wrong?”. Is it really that hard? To see that stuff that you say or do hurt? Or am I just too emotional woman who can’t handle her feelings? Somehow I don’t believe it’s true. Because I can handle everything. The only thing I need right now is to understand if he even feels anything towards me? Or am I just sitting on a passenger seat while he is zoned out and doesn’t even notice til we get somewhere? I hate to feel this way. I hate the thought in my head that says “he doesn’t actually care about YOU, you know that dear, why do you still keep trying?”. But what if it’s right?

I’m just broken

At the age of eight

First time I died at the age of 8. I was skating on our street when I heard a scream. You know the one you hear in movies when a person dies and loved ones see that. I didn’t know what that scream meant. I ran home and saw my mom crying, she said that grandfather died. What? How? Yes, he was sick but he got better? He did right? What does it mean?

Funeral, grandmother screams and cries and people are holding her. “He was so young” I didn’t understand, he’s grandfather he can’t be young. “Even now he’s smiling” said my aunt. I looked and grandads dead face, yes he’s smiling. I can’t breathe. “Dad can I go, sit in a car?”.

It’s September and we’re back at school, second grade you know the year I was one of the best student and read lots of books. I hated reading before that. Girls started bragging about what each one of them did whole summer. “And what about you?” “Oh, my grandfather died”. Silence, no there wasn’t any but I didn’t hear anything. Nobody heard me? Or did they just ignore it? I wanted to scream, I wanted to run away, I’m fucking 8 years old and nobody, nor family or friends thought that death of the most important to me person actually bothers me.

At the age of 8 was the first time I died. At the age of 8 I learned that nobody cares. At the age of eight I grew up. At the age of 8 I buried my happiness.