“But I scream too loud if I speak my mind.”
— Halsey, “Devil In Me” (via wordsnquotes)
This is literally my biggest problem ill have something good happen and all i do is wait for it to be ruined instead of enjoying it ugh.
I really wish I could muster up the courage and strength to say all the things that are going through my head. Maybe then someone would know what to do but then again I shouldn’t have to. How do I tell people that my brain thinks about dying every single day? The only thing I really know is that I am so full of wounds but still expected to stand up tall and strong. And I want to, but I don’t talk about what had happened in my past, how can I do that without the hurt, there had to be a way to care for wounds without opening them, without inviting the pain back in. And depression sucks; it hits you and one day you wake up afraid that you’re gonna live and the next day, and the one after that. And just breathing; just existing has been really fucking hard lately. And I keep saying “I’ll be alright, I’ll be alright” but I’m not trying to convince you, I’m trying to convince myself.
do you ever just want to shout like… it’s because i’m sad! like yes i didn’t do my homework, yes i didn’t text you back, yes i’ve been hiding in my room! i’m sorry! but i haven’t killed myself so honestly where is my badge!
This is so accurate for me everyday.☹
heartbreakhur