Anonymous said: I'm glad you do more writing posts, I've missed them. Youre wonderful.

Oh dear. This made me smile. I’ve pretty much abandoned Tumblr because I thought my followers didn’t care for my text posts any longer. I shall continue, if only for you.

I have lost my zest for life. For everything.

I’m exhausted. All the time. Perhaps even still while I’m sleeping.

I run tight little circles around myself all day in hopes that the dizziness will dash my dark intentions and lack of motivation.

I am more ghostly now than I have ever been.

It’s funny to think that for once I have hit bottom, but I am not alone in it.

But when you hit bottom, you are alone. Because people will witness your drowning, your struggle, hear your pleas and tell you that you are strong enough to survive.

“You have been through much worse. You will be okay.”

But I can say with the utmost confidence that this shit storm is not passing and my strength will only carry me so far.

I am falling, I am falling.

My entire life I have struggled against being the “weird kid”. Too gawky. Too awkward. Too skinny. Too smart.

“The Little Ghost”

The girl whose bottom lip was too large

The girl who sat in the library and didn’t have friends

The girl who knew the answer to everything

“Teacher’s Pet” although I wanted to curl under my desk and die

Forever having a fondness for someone that would never be returned because I was “strange”.

My music taste was bizarre. The books I read were scoffed at.

Never ever a pretty girl, but that’s all I ever wanted to be.

nobodyskittenxo:

“I can never drive my car over a bridge without thinking of suicide. I can never look at a lake or an ocean without thinking of suicide.”
-Charles Bukowski, The Captain is Out to Lunch and the Sailors Have Taken Over the Ship

(Source: mostlydepressed)