I have a crazy inside me.
She picks my nails and bites the inside of my mouth.
She makes me eat cake, and starve myself for days.
She gets my nose pierced because she feels sad.
She makes me feel alone, she won’t let anyone love me.
She yells when I want to talk, and cries when I want to seem strong.
She says mean words to good people, and dirty words to bad men.
She doesn’t know how much she’s ruining me.
She’s eating me alive.
I can’t get my crazy out.
i miss when i was like 12 and it would be the night before a big field trip or something and i couldnt go to sleep because i was so excited. i miss being so into a book that i would stay up past my bed time reading it. everything seems so bland or something idk. i’m only 19 and everything is so tiring. i miss wanting to be awake
I don’t care that you got into drugs for three months straight, or how much sleep you lost in that period. I don’t care that you went home and fucked that person and woke up at 6am hating everything about yourself, or that you smoked so much you sounded as though your lungs were giving out.
You’re not a bad person for the ways you tried to kill your sadness.
You’re just human, and being human means you need to survive and you do so whichever way you deem fit, fuck everyone else.
stay away from people who make you feel like you are hard to love
This is the most important thing I have ever read.