doubting everyone's intentions because I was hurt the most and left by the people who said that they'd never do me like that.
fuckin hate getting triggered over stupid shit, causing to enter my ep even though it’s been there spreading—pulling me away from everything
Sometimes I cry myself to sleep, and I want to die.
But I don't talk about it.
i just want all my secrets back, i don’t want anyone to know anything about me anymore.
when i let my mind unravel, when i step deeper into the abyss, in times of such terrors, I stand gutsy knowing you would be there to assist me.
nocturne, excerpt from my journal