I'm struggling , but please , when am I not. Poetry and music are getting me through. My head is a mess , my hair is a mess ,my room is a mess. I'm neglecting laundry, neglecting birthday cards, but trying so hard not to hate myself for what I'm doing. I'm sure I'm moving … 27.02 weiterlesen


a better day always comes

(TW: suicide , self harm , depression) I hope I catch the next train. Please pick me up at the train station , finding your flat in this big building makes me so nervous. The door , the floor, the elevator in which I have to stare at my own reflection. Let's just open the door … a better day always comes weiterlesen