sometimes, things start getting bad or my thoughts get too loud or my chest gets too heavy and i am so sure that i am going to hurt forever, but it gets better every single time. i just never seem to remember.
“I wanted to kill myself and you were yelling about dirty dishes”—
12 word story, d.m (via
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Holy shit. This hit me so hard
(via youknow-me-not-my-story)
