Unhappy - Tumblr Posts
I need to quit my job.
He who is unable to live in society, or who has no need because he is sufficient for himself, must be either a beast or a god.
LOST...
I don't know what to do with myself, I don't do anything, I hate leaving my bedroom, talking to people. I just want to be alone and maybe, runaway. Does it get any better, any easier? What do I do? How come God has not answer a single one of my prayers for help, or love, or happiness.
I Need Answers!!!
i just want to disappear, evaporate into thin air. life isn't worth living, i'm sad constantly, i have no friends, i've been slowly pushing my family away from me. i've been praying to God that he'll just kill me off already. what the hell is my purpose in this life. where am i supposed to end up. how do i go on constantly knowing i'm worthless and sad!!!
My life right now.
He and my love just left. I can tell my love was unhappy. I wish this night would have played out differently!
I'm so alone and sad, all I want is a friend 😪 please kik me: depression.sucks86
currently sad because I miss you
I fell in love with my demons because they were the only ones that stuck around
sonnets to an old friend (myself)
I mourn your loss and sometimes I dream that nothing has happened, but so much has happened yet the words so much are full of empty nothingness yet again. When did you go away? where did you go? no one knows the answer, and even though I've prayed into the corners of my mind & the crevices of my heart over and over again the tune of wondering endlessly never gets old, because the mouth of mine that used to run and traverse vast lands has been shut with the curse of knowledge, knowing how people will perceive, knowing what they'll think even if it's not what they say, because I know people and people know me and it's a burden. Because I know what people must think, I've known all too well what people think, and what they say, I'm sensitive, socially inadequate, stupid, overly attached, talk too much, attention-seeking, overly obsessive, talk weird, act strange, project onto others, don't know how to shut up, a burden. Because no matter how many gifts someone can give you, no matter how many things someone can say to bribe you the very mouth that speaks kind words can sting you with its poison because anything that talks is destined to betray you. But as they say there's no point in dwelling on the past anymore, but there is a point if it never left, if you're still everything they've said about you, except someone worse, somehow in an attempt to mask every emotion, every trait they critique, every trait you critique doesn't go away because it's who you are, who you've been, who you will be because change, intimacy, fear, love, desperation, & lies are all the same truth
(but were you ever really there? are you gone? or are you lost in the labyrinth of my soul?)
Poems and quotes my therapist would hate - A kind life (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1431653080-poems-and-quotes-my-therapist-would-hate-a-kind?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=Secretside_of_bree I've always been fond of poetic and quotes because people were better at putting my emotions in words than me. As I matured I realized that it's never too late to become one of those people. So I became them. And if I cannot be better than them, I will become so much worse- Jude Duarte.
Yall should like......... read my poems *wink wink*
