You can't see this hell I'm lost in because all I do is laugh.

And in a way, I don't want you to notice. You're too good for my problems.

But I'm still screaming for you to save me. I'm still crying for help right in front of you.

.... can't you see me?

deadly.

What is more deadly?

A gun or a thought?

...............

A gun gives you the opportunity but a thought pulls the trigger...

I used to be so nice.

But you know what? Shit gets to you. You get tired of being fucked over countless of times. You get tired of people walking all over you. You get sick of being labelled “too nice”. You get fucking sick of doing so much for people but not being appreciated for it. Fuck being nice, all people ever do is take advantage of you. 
Yeah, I’m a bitch because the world made me this way.

It’s literally the worst feeling in the world not being able to have the person you want physically there with you all the time. I hate distance I hate feelings I hate getting attached I hate everything.

Sometimes I get nostalgic randomly like when I’m in the shower and I catch the aroma of my new bottle of shampoo which was the same kind I used 3 years ago and it reminds me of those times and it makes me realise how much things have changed since then, like who I chill with and what I think of myself and it makes me kinda sad.

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I feel like I have done a lot today. That I’ve ticked everything off on that to do list for the day. Eventhough this is just something so small, it feels like the beginning of something monumental in my life. 

One step at a time. 

Life is getting back on track. 

I'm hard to understand.

I really am. I get so confusing when it comes to what I want, and whenever something is wrong. I can never set my mind straight. Sometimes, my mind is blank. Being a confusing person can lead to so much problems. I’m hard to understand, hard to handle, and I’m just very hard to deal with.

I don’t think we really fully heal from it.

The pain will always come back and haunt us, angering us again. Just like a cut, once fresh, but through time it sheds new skin, to only become a scar - not the clean piece of skin that it was before. We never really heal. Pain forever changes people. No one is ever the same after hurting.