You think ‘Okay, I get it, I’m prepared for the worst,’ but you hold out that small hope, see, and that’s what fucks you up. That’s what kills you. Stephen King  (via ignitionremix)

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i don’t feel like myself. i don’t feel like anything, really. i feel really sick and sad all the time. i want to shut myself out. i want to cry but there are no tears. only a trembling lip and a lumped throat that never seems to go away. none of these things go away. they’re permanent. kind of like this situation. it’s never-ending. nobody ever asks me if i’m ok. i sit alone. sometimes i eat in the bathroom, sometimes i don’t at all. i think it’d be easier to just fade away to nothing. that’s all i’ll ever be anyway. nothing. a sad girl. that’s all i’ll ever be known for. sadness.

im sorry
im just so so sorry
im sorry for existing
im sorry

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