I Just Want All My Secrets Back, I Don’t Want Anyone To Know Anything About Me Anymore.

most days i am a museum of things i want to forget.

— E.E. Scott, from Every Day I Am Trying New Techniques To Make Myself Disappear, published in Shabby Doll House

— Albert Camus, The Possessed

just saw a post that said “when you lose the emotional attachment to them, you begin to realize how ordinary they are, and that it was your love and energy that made them unique” and i seriously don’t think i was ready for that

on resentment over abandonment; i am still filled with anger and it fuels me; i will choose my anger over my grief everyday. it is easier to feel

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

Fuck suicide letters. I’ll leave you a suicide playlist.

Sick, Jody Chan

“I am alone with my own thoughts and it’s dangerous.”

-cress