♥ Its Annie here ♥ x ♥ x ♥ x ♥ x ♥ x ..
Sometimes feel the ache.. and You think it's more than You can take..
when nothing is wrong. But nothing is right either. ..and you’re tired. Tired of everything, tired of nothing...
And you just want someone to be there and tell you it’s okay. ..but no one’s going to be there. And you know you have to be strong for yourself, because no one can fix you.
But you’re tired of waiting.. of having to be the one to fix yourself and everyone else. Tired of being strong. ..
And for once, you just want it to be easy. To be simple...To be helped...To be saved...
But you know you won’t be. But you’re still hoping. And you’re still wishing. And you’re still staying strong and fighting, with tears in your eyes.
You’re fighting.!

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Nothing makes me happier and nothing makes me sadder, than you.
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(Source: oceanflowerbird, via floatis)

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1. I can’t breathe. Whenever my lungs try to grasp the oxygen right in front of me my heart just tells me that I don’t deserve it. That I don’t deserve anything.

2. I can’t speak. Every time words threaten to spill out of my lips, I hesitate. And in that hesitation I find all that is wrong. My flaws. Imperfections. Defects. Cracks. Scars. Me. I find my fucked-up self and I can’t let people hear that part of me. I just can’t risk it.

3. I can’t see. I don’t see what I want to see whenever I find a mirror. Instead I see what people want me to see and that’s the worst in me. I live in fear of the reflective because fear of my own reflection is at least the tiniest bit better than fear of my own self. I have at least the tiniest percentage of peace. But it can’t last. And I’m scared of the day when it will run out.

4. I can’t think. The thoughts in my head don’t even belong to me anymore. They aren’t from my soul and they don’t belong in my mind. Yet they’re trapped in my skull as if chains are holding them back from peace. I feel sorry for them until I realise that maybe they’re not trapped. Maybe they’ve decided to stay and take whatever there is left of my sanity. Well, if I had any in the first place.

I can’t breathe.
I can’t speak.
I can’t see.
I can’t think.

I can’t live.

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(Source: vanilla-revenge)

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