i’m surrounded by people that make me feel so lonely, by people that haven’t experienced all of my sad hours. and i can never express that with anyone. i tell myself it is dangerous, that exposing all of these monsters is a sin and i don’t deserve to be listened to. it’s so tragic that everything i go through is unnoticed. it hurts me that in order to forget all of the pain and solitude, i need to shed skins and become something “normal”, something that could never be suspected as a girl with depression. i don’t want this to kill me, but i’m lost. and in this absolute confusion, i’ve managed to tell myself, “this is comfort, i am only whole while i am uncomfortable.” it’s ridiculous, i know.

@2 years ago