A Lot Of Shit Broke My Heart But Fixed My Vision.

sometimes I just get so sick and tired of fighting just to survive.

I feel so guilty for living, but then I also feel guilty for wanting to kill myself.

Beeing okay with existing until you enter your own house is so fucking painful.

Feels like even death is avoiding me

Saving the best of me for the one who understands the worst of me

No me entiendo, a veces no siento nada y me asusta, pero otras veces siento tanto que desbordo.

I'm the kind of heavy nobody wants to carry.

"لا أحد يتم إرساله بالصدفة إلى أي شخص ، كل هذا مكتوب."

"No one is sent by accident to anyone, it’s all written."