Dreamer ♧

before i give up on anyone, i try and i try and i try until i no longer can try anymore.

Hello story bird thanks for voting my story I need that to boost my own moral 

i hate my own being more than anyone. they say, you're the only one who knows about yourself, but i don't even know what's within me. i'm unapologetic when it comes to myself. i criticized even a bit of a mistake. to those things i didn't make or intended. so, how can i forgive me for not becoming what she wants? i'm always terrified. i'm scared that this is all i could ever be.
          
          a slave from this undying cruelty.

I feel so worthless at times, and it makes me hate myself a little more. I usually think of myself as a disappointment, and that hurts me a lot. Sometimes, I just want to run away until I find a place where I can feel safe. I no longer want to feel worthless every time I wake up, and I don't want to hate myself even more. I just want peace in my heart. I just want to feel that I am enough and worthy.
          
          And maybe sometimes I just want to feel that I matter every day. Some things are just hard to handle lately. I spend too much time hating myself, and that makes me sad. I want to tell myself that I am not worthless, but sometimes I just can't help but  feel that way. I know that I am being too hard on myself. That makes me feel terrible about myself. Sometimes, I just wish I could stop myself from thinking that I am the worst person to love.
          
          

"Later"
          - Talk to you later.
          - I'll call you later.
          - See you later.
          - We'll walk later.
          "I'll tell you later."
          We leave everything for later, but forget that "later" does not belong to us.
          Later, our loved ones are no longer with us.
          Later, we don't hear them and we don't see them.
          Later, they are just memories.
          Later, the day becomes night, the force becomes helpless,
          the smile becomes a grimace, and life becomes death.
          "Later" becomes "too late."
          
          Do it now ♥️
          
          

          
          Tad šešios pėdos po žemę yra tuščias kapas iš kurio sklindanti tyla verčia susimąstyti mus visus. 
          Mes gyvi, bet jau esame užkasę ne vieną karstą. 
          Jame laidojame visus žodžius, kurių niekada neištarėme garsiai. 
          
          
          
          
           

"There's someone in my head, but it's not me." 
                                                                     - Let Me in. ♡

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