i’m full of unsaid feelings.

And I can’t find the words to describe them

— Apprehensions, Sylvia Plath

[text ID: Is there no way out of the mind?]

are you?

You’re too blind to see and i’m too tired to tell

WHY DO I RUIN EVERYTHING HOW DO I STOP RUINING IT ALL I JUST WANT TO BE HAPPY AND STAY HAPPY

Tell me why I shouldn’t just kill myself now

i wanna destroy myself completely

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what do i do?

why does my mind think that suicide is the solution for everything

Ingeborg Bachmann, from “Leaving Port” (tr. Mark Anderson)

I want to punch a wall until my fists bleed and crack. I want to destroy everything and rip myself to fucking shreds.

Every.fucking.time.

Therapist: you know, not everything is your fault.

Me:?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? That… That just doesn’t make any sense.