"I’m sick of people telling me it’s just a “get over it” situation. Fuck you. You don’t know what it’s like in my head."
"A woman is only vulnerable when her nail polish is drying, and even then she can still pull a trigger."
"All you want to be is enough, but you will never be enough because you will never be her. And no matter how good of a person you are, or how compatible you are, or how well you treat him or how much you make him laugh, he will never love you the way he loves her."
"Fall in love with the sound of her voice, because that’s the first thing you’ll lose when she’s gone."
Today I had a teacher tell me that a family member of theirs attempted suicide with pills.
I asked why he didn’t seem more concerned, and he replied with “people who attempt overdose are just attention seeking.”
Tell that to my grandma while she had to shower me for a month because I couldn’t stand after my overdose.
Tell that to my younger cousin who didn’t understand why I slept for three days straight.
Tell that to my bestfriend who saw me cry in every moment I was awake for two weeks after I swallowed those little pieces of hell.
Tell that to my brother who watched me vomit up everything I ate because my stomach was on fire.
Tell that to my teachers who watched me fail my exams because I was so dizzy and out of it I couldn’t stand, let alone concentrate.
Tell that to my mum, who watched me violently shake, sweat, convulse and cry in her arms because I didn’t want to be alive.
Go on, tell them it’s attention seeking. I dare you.
"Isn’t it fucking terrifying that no matter how many promises they made, no matter how long you’ve been together, someone can get up and walk out of your life without a second thought and you have to carry on living because the world doesn’t stop for any of us"
"I hope you get everything you deserve."
"Date someone who meets you half way. Date someone who brings you a glass a water when they get themselves one. Date someone who makes sure you don’t spend money on ridiculous things. Date someone your ex hates and your mom loves. Date someone who’d rather spend a Friday night watching movies, than out with 50 people they barley even talk to. Date someone who sleeps on your chest and leaves a little puddle of drool. Don’t date someone who makes you leave oceans of tears."
It’s 3 a.m. I’m still awake. I’m losing sleep. I’m losing myself.
I’m losing you.
So I write tonight. I write for everyone of us who has suffered. Every one of us who is broken. Every one of us who has a damaged soul. Every one of us whose brilliant scarlet became just another red.
This is for us, the broken ones.
And for the ones who broke us in two.