“I Get Way Too Sensitive When I Get Attached To Someone. I Can Detect The Slightest Changed In The

Imagine trying your best everyday

Trying to satisfy everyone

But still be the second choice

Always be the other one

The invisible one

This hurts

This hurts a lot

I’m nothing special. I’m fat; I’m ugly; I don’t have any talents; I have a bad character; I don’t have any friends, I’m nothing.

sorrythisisallicanbe

Clarice Lispector, from “Miss Algrave”, Soulstorm: Stories (tr. Alexis Levitin)

“Have you ever had to get through a day, smiling at people, talking, as if everything were normal and okay, while all the the time you felt like you were carrying a leaden weight of unhappiness inside you?”

— Elizabeth Wurtzel, Prozac Nation (via books-n-quotes)

It’s sad to think I’ve grown so used to this by now..I’m used to waking up wishing I was dead..I’m used to hating food.. I’m so used to hating every inch of myself.. I’m used to hating this family.. I’m used to being used like a lap dog..I’m used to crying alone at night.. I’m used to being left alone and abandoned.. I’m used to being worn down until I’m completely burnt out.. I’m used to being the ugly one. The fat one. The retarded one.the annoying one.the worthless good for nothing fuck up no one wants...I’m used to thinking of ways to kill myself..I’m used to wishing a I was dead... I’m so used to it all..that there are weeks I won’t cry while wanting to slice myself apart..that I don’t think I could exist any other way...it’s sad to think I’m so used to this disgusting existence...

“i’m sorry that there was always a storm in my mind, even on the sunniest of days, im sorry”

— E.S., things i wont say to him (via la-m0rt)