"I don’t think people love me. They love versions of me I have spun for them, versions of me they have construed in their minds. The easy versions of me, the easy parts of me to love. Who’s going to love the girl that can’t stop crying? The girl that hurts herself? The girl that is losing control? The girl that is so sad she can’t get out of bed? The girl that keeps pushing everyone away? Who’s going to love the monster in me, who’s going to love me now?"
- (via wordsthat-speak)
"There were things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him. So I buried them, and let them hurt me."
- Jonathan Safran Foer (via paintdeath)
(Source: bipolare, via suicide-demons)
"Is it just a bad night or am I getting bad again?"
- I ask myself this all the time (via lonexwxlf)