fuck the stress
fuck my inablity to function like a normal person
Fuck my anxiety issues
Is it wrong I try to handle my emotions on my own?
You already know my answer to this.
Life’s a funny thing.
Some day’s are beyond perfect, full of laughs and love. Smiles for miles, not a care in the world. You feel like your soul could sprout wings and fly away.
Then some days, it creeps up on you again. You find the box you thought you threw away and rummage through the past and your mistakes. Glancing over your shoulder, that bottle of pills looks so tempting. The razor blade you’ve kept from for months starts to seem like a best friend. Everything hurts and you don’t know why. Can today end?
I don’t understand this, but my butterflies will not die.