weanonymouslywrite

[weanonymouslywrite]

i. There’s a punchline to your story. You haven’t found it yet.

ii. Sometimes you feel empty and cold. As if something sucked the joy out of you and left you in pieces. Your therapist says you’re human, not broken. You never return to your sessions.

iii. They say you use people as easily as toys. Maybe if people wouldn’t use you like a razor blade all the time, your edges would be softer. Your bones wouldn’t be as sharp and lethal to anyone close to you. Your mind wouldn’t be poison. Your words wouldn’t corrode. But people don’t care. So why should you?

iv. You realize you are the villain of this story. Fine. Give them a show. That’s what they pay for in the end.

v. You swallow blood each time the hero punches you. The people cheer. You can hear their laughter like trumpets in your bones. The hero lunges forward. You die with the sweet burn of failure on your tongue.

vi. The hero survives. It’s the punchline of your story.

the hero survives in this one r.m | published in Cadence | buy me a ko-fi

[weanonymouslywrite]

My 2019 is great so far, for those that clearly haven’t asked! Had my first mental breakdown of the year, my icloud storage is full and i live with the thought that klance isnt canon! Wow:D what a time to be alive!

[weanonymouslywrite]

when

did being carefree turn into overthinking..?

[weanonymouslywrite]

[weanonymouslywrite]

whats it like to be motivated?

[weanonymouslywrite]

GOD PLEASE

give me somthig that is incurable and that will kill me in the next few days. Please:))))

[weanonymouslywrite]

i am not enough and it’s eating me alive

[weanonymouslywrite]

Envy

I envy those that are happy right now. i really do. i wish it were a slice of cake, like they say. haha

[weanonymouslywrite]

maybe not every single one but yeah. yeah..

Reblog if you have ever

- made your self throw up

- starved

- took a razor to your skin

- felt like your not good enough

- thought about suicide

- attempted suicide

- burnt your self

- got bullied

- been called ugly/fat etc..

- or harmed your self in any way

- cried your self to sleep

- been abused

I will message every fucking single one of you.

[weanonymouslywrite]

so i just watched my clock go from being 1:59 to 1:00...wack

[weanonymouslywrite]

if i could just...

leave. and never come back. if only i could say all the things ive wanted to say but held back, then pack my things and leave, never looking behind me. i mean, i could. i could definitely tell my friends how i feel, tell my family what im thinking. tell the whole damn world that i hate everything ive possibly amounted to be. but at the same time, i cant. i just cant do it. if only someone could do it for me. like an assassin, but instead of killing people, going up to them and telling them how much i hate myself. or like those letters about you that people read at your funeral. what are those called again..?

[weanonymouslywrite]

[weanonymouslywrite]

r.i.p me

[weanonymouslywrite]

ive stopped crying.

for now.

[weanonymouslywrite]

Confession #5 i think.

im a mess. i don’t quite know what im doing. its 1:05 am and im numb to everything. i dont understand. but i want to. i wish. when will it be my turn to have the whole world handed to me, like everyone around me has?

edited: yes, it is in fact confession #5 lol

[weanonymouslywrite]

when mary shelley said “i am unstable, sometimes melancholy, and have been called on some occasions imperious; but i never did an ungenerous act in my life. i sympathise warmly with others, and have wasted my heart in their love”