This is dark me. Sad. Depressed. Lonely. Hurt. Broken. Tainted. Tarnished. Me. Attempting to fix me.

You are not accidental. The world needs you. Without you, something will be missing in existence and nobody can replace it.

—Osho (via yogachocolatelove)

I’m very frustrated and hurt and angry and lonely and sad and lost. I wanna cry. But I can’t for the life of me. I can’t let anyone see me vulnerable. I can’t let that guard down.

(Source: oopsyboopsy)


Why do ppl say hurtful things to ppl they “love”…?

The real 11:11

My older brother received a call at two pm on a Thursday,
That his roommate from college
And best friend from high school;
Overdosed and died,
Last Wednesday night.

My brother is 25 years old.
He missed three days of work, sat at home in the dark,
And cried for the first time in six months.
This is not poetry.

My father is very, very sick.
He sleeps for seven hours,
To build up a half hour of strength,
Just so he can pick me up from school.
He hasn’t been well in over a year.
And still,
He prays every night, “Thank you God, for making this happen to me, and not my children.”

I am swallowed in fear,
That soon enough, he will go to bed,
And never wake up.
This is not poetry.

There are thousands of people,
fighting cancer,
and war,
and death,
just to have one more day,
In hopes that it will get better.

And still,
You people glorify sadness,
and long for your death,
because apparently life,
is just too much of a burden.
Wake up, your ignorance is sickening.
Your life is thousands of times more beautiful,
Than your death will be.

—For My Father, S.Skavdahl  (via fawun)


(via thedrunkenenigma)

This just saved me

Fuck crying….

Sucks when u relapse after a year…
But tonight…
I couldn’t help it…
Feel a lil better…
Think Ima go to bed now…


why does crying make you so tired