When you start to dissociate and realize how much people and situations actually drain you.

I was turning numb, what happened to me didn't seem to matter. Sometimes I felt angry, but most of the time I felt nothing; I'd never felt so much nothing before.

I lied.
I hate texting every day.
I don't wanna get married.
Idc if you ate.
I hate love. I hate people.

When I don't have any “he” in my life and still posting about “him” all the day is a different kind of fun.

□ single
□ taken
☑ stuck between I don’t want to get hurt again and want to feel loved again.

She's glowing
She is busy fixing herself
Don't distract her.

There's peace in not knowing.

You are terrifying, strange, and beautiful. Someone not everyone knows how to love.

In my restless dreams I see that town.

I have all of autumn in me.

They gave her pills. Prayers. Therapy. But how do you cure a soul that no longer believes it deserves air?

She lived, because dying felt like another chore.

But I won't swear that I don't have a gun.

She was supposed to be perfect. Brilliant, beautiful, full of promise. But the truth was quieter... she was already disappearing.

I want to feel the world
without it swallowing me whole.

إلى متى ستظلِّينَ شيئاً مُستحيلاً
لا تُعانِقُهُ الظنونُ؟

Depression didn't come as a storm.
It came as glass. Transparent. Soundless. And it sealed her inside it.

I'm sick of my mind.