Jesus Christ

Remember me?

I love your description

"you need to forgive yourself" Its funny how people think it so easy to forgive yourself. To not beat yourself down. To not harm yourself.  But when you really try to explain it to them, they won't understand because they just don't know how hard it is, to stop crying at night. They don't understand the pain. It not just sadness or laziness. Its emptiness. It's the feeling you get after you've cried so much you can't cry anymore. And it's not something you can explain in words.

dear stranger who’s reading this,
          
          one day, you’ll find this person.
          one day, you’ll fall in love with the right person.
          one day, you’re going to be happy. 
          one day, you’ll live the life you’ve always wanted.
          one day, someone’ll look at you as the same way as he/she looks at the starts.
          one day, you’ll smile just because you know you’re loved by the person you love the more.
          one day,
          one day...
          trust me.
          if it’s not today, it’s gonna be tomorrow. 
          if it’s not, then wait. 
          keep waiting, cause one day, you’ll find your person. 
          
          i promise you.
             i promise you.
                i love u, even if i don’t know u.

"If you love someone, you tell em. Even if you're scared that it's not the right thing, even if you're scared that it'll cause problems, even if you're scared that it'll burn your life to the ground, you say it and you say it loud. And then you go from there." -Mark Sloan, Grey's Anatomy

No one is probably gonna see this but, I used to talk to this girl, and when I tell you it was love in the first second. The way I felt when she was around is unmatched, the love I have for her is an undying fire that burn in my head and it burns me every time I think about her. But I can’t let go, I love her too much. I would give up my world for her to come back, she’s the only person that I’ve felt true happiness with, I never told her I loved her but I wish I did, it’s been a little over a year since we last talked, more than 3 years since we've last seen each other and I’m still head over heals for her, she owns my heart.

Depression is like being colourblind and constantly being told how colourful the world is.

i know a place.
          
          
          
          somewhere, deep in a field, there's the ruins of an ancient church, with a windmill tower on the top.
          it's so far out, on a day where there's no wind, it's absolutely silent.
          there's old carvings on the inside of what's left of the old church building, a man fighting a dragon, 
          and graffiti from visitors from years gone by, 1970, 1950, 1920, 1890.
          you could camp there, and because of the lack of light pollution, the skies would be full of stars, so full and bright
          the air is clean, the grass is fresh, it's quiet and it's beautiful. 
          
          
          and yes, it's real. 
          
          it's my own little place to go when i want to escape.

Yow hoeeeeeeeeee

They read it.... I'm dying