I HATE When People Tell Me "just Forget About Your Trauma" Or "just Get Over It" Or Even "just Be Happy".

fuckin hate getting triggered over stupid shit, causing to enter my ep even though it’s been there spreading—pulling me away from everything

{ Mahmoud Darwish/ Virginia Woolf/ Edgar Allan Poe, from a Letter to Helen Whitman, "The Last Letters of Edgar Allan Poe to Sarah Helen Whitman"/ Albert Camus, The Possessed (transl. By O'Brien)/ Emily Dickinson/ Anton Chekhov, The Complete Works of Anton Chekhov "The Two Volodyas"/ Jodi Picoult, Nineteen Minutes/ Louisa May Alcott, Little Women/ Yann Martel, Life of Pi/ Cameron Awkward-Rich, Meditations in an Emergency/ De profundis/ Oscar Wilde}

list of things im handling well currently

1.

Why did you do this to me?

I hope you think of me & it fucks you up

Why can't I fucking fix myself

Everybody around me has some kind of dreams, goals for the future.

When I look at the future, it's just an empty darkness.