• There’s no point of living, if you can’t feel alive…Imagine if you suddenly learn that the people, the places, the moments most important to you were not gone, not dead but worse, had never been. What kind of hell would that be?

    I know what it’s like to want to die.
    How it hurts to smile. How you try to fit in but you can’t. How you hurt yourself on the outside, to try to kill the thing on the inside.

    Life doesn’t hurt until you have time to yourself to think about how things have changed, who you’ve lost along the way, and how much of it is your fault.

    What do you do when you become too scared? Too scared to live? Too scared to die? Too scared to love? Too scared to even care?

    I like the way it feels not to feel that, which doesn’t kill you makes you wants to die. Just when I thought my life was coming together, I realised it was just starting to fall apart.

    I just want one moment in time when I’m not pretending to be happy. Is that too much to ask for?

    I want to be remembered as the girl who always smiled, the one who brightened up your day even if she couldn’t brighten up her own.

    Suicide is not much the desire to die, as it is the tear of living, life is chaos, chaos is life, control is an illusion.

    One thing worst then dying is living without anything worth dying for

    When you don’t want to feel death can seem like a dream. But, seeing death really seeing it…. Makes dreaming it ******** ridiculous.