I look inside myself there is nothing but sadness.

“I always thought that loneliness was this kind of sickness that I needed to destroy in order for me to be happy. But then I felt that without this loneliness, I wouldn’t be able to understand what makes me feel better when I am alone. So then I decided to be alone. I said good morning to myself alone. I ate alone. I read books about how people who were alone managed to find redemption by being alone. I showered alone, went for a skate on the afternoons alone, and sang sweet songs to my sadness when I realized that being gentle with myself when I am alone is enough to make a garden of self-worth in my mind regardless of being alone until one day I felt like I wasn’t despite still being alone. I saw music in the way the birds sang on top of glowing streetlamps when the darkness came, and I heard poetry in the way I saw the countless people in the streets walking alone, stargazing alone, and simply taking in the night air alone, and so I wasn’t really alone. I am a part of this great club where poets are born, nature lovers are born, flower childs are born, and the funny thing is we’ll be dying in the good company of ourselves alone. Loneliness is a sign that we’re in need of a search for something that will make us happily whole. “

How can this be explained anyway; To sit in the heart of your room in the shadow of your family, which is in the heart of your house, which is in the eyes of your city, and then pray to God that he return you home?

“there are some things about myself that i can’t explain to anyone.”

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“and i knew it was bad when i woke up in the mornings and the only thing i looked forward to.. was going back to bed”

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i don’t feel like a real person. i just feel like a collection of what people want me to be and various mental disorders.

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anyone else kinda terrified you’ll never be able to hold a job in the future because of your mental illness??

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depression is like a bruise that never goes away. a bruise in your mind.
you just got to be careful not to touch it where it hurts. it’s always there, though.

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I don't wanna do this anymore.

I hurt myself,it doesn't hurt.
I buy what I want,i don't want it.
I do what i like,I don't like it.

Don't you know I am only trying to disappear.

I need everything to stop.

I know I am a mess and I probably need someone to talk to myself but know that I am always here for you...if you ever need someone to talk to about the things you are going through or just how your day went and simple things like that ....I am here🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤
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crumbling under my bedsheets, holding my own hand, building an imaginary bubble around me, listening to the songs that quiet down my soul, I forgave myself. Or at least, tried to. For all the lies I've told, for the scars I'm responsible for, for the dreams I let myself lose, for the questions I answered wrong, for the books I procrastinated for months, for the chances I missed because I hesitated, for the things I backed off from doing worrying how people would perceive them and the time I wasted to please others, for the kind hearts I hurt trying to look cool, for the people I betrayed, for the self-sabotage and the plans I didn't keep up with, for the journals I stopped writing, for all my blessings I'm ungrateful for, for all the truth I didn't tell, for the sins I gave control over mind, for trying to copy other people, for pretending to like things I hate and acting like I hate the things I like, for trusting the wrong people and letting that turn me into an untrustworthy person, for ignoring red flags, for stepping over my own self respect to make other feel better about themselves and most of all, I forgave myself for breaking my own heart. And if I do end up making these mistakes again, I'll forgive myself all over again. Because as Joybell above said, that's what love is like.

That's exactly what love is.