“Cela fait si longtemps qu'elle est absente que parfois, j'ai l'impression qu'elle n'a jamais existé, que tout cela est une invention, une hallucination.”— L’échelle de Jacob, Ludmila Oulitskaïa.
I truly hate myself and how I am. I’m useless I ruin everything. I don’t deserve to be happy.
That feeling when you’re not necessarily sad, but you just feel really empty.
— so damn empty
I don’t think people really understand just how stressful it is to explain what’s on your mind, when you don’t even understand it yourself.
“And then I felt sad because I realized that once people are broken in certain ways, they can’t ever be fixed, and that is something nobody ever tells you when you are young.”
~ Unknown
One of the worst feelings ever is being in your own house and feeling like you need to go home.
I’m really starting to hate how much I’m not like everyone else. Watching people get excited for things just makes me wish I could feel that way about something too. Something “normal” without faking it.
Just because I’m different doesn’t mean I’m useful.
The worst feeling is being alone and crying when your friends being happy, and just wondering why you can’t be happy too
I just dont want anything anymore. I want the world to stop asking anything of me.

