I wish mental illness was how it is in the movies; crying in your bathtub at 2 am and doing all of these wild things, and someone coming along to save you. But in reality you just lock yourself in your room all day and stare at the ceiling; and the world keeps moving around you but you just stand still.

I spent my entire life as a ghost*

I feel everything very deeply, yet I am still empty.

I’m afraid to confess that i love you even to myself.

All the good girls go to hell

‏" أنا لا أُعوض، ولا أُستبدل، ولا أُقارن، ولا أتكرر."

I feel sick when i see people pretending to be someone they’re not.

I loved my darkness until i fell for the stars.

The worst is when you’re super tired but you know that no one really gets you so you continue talking to yourself.

I need a long life sleep to forget my pain.

You never let me get too close and you didn’t let me go i’m so confused.