Is it just me?
Am I the only one torn between different personalities in my head? The only one hating myself, and being scared of the part of me that hates myself? The only one who has good days, even a good week, which can disapear in a second?
I don't want to promote being broken.
But I think I have found a place I can destroy the lies I'm constantly telling.
So if you want to find the me that will tell you that I'm fine, or make up something that makes sense, leave now. Find fake me. You'll like her better.
*Never used Tumblr before, so if I'm being weird tell me.*
Here for anyone, lets start telling truths.

 

Sometimes it takes over.

Sometimes it takes over.

You see this how you would if you had tears in your eyes, you see this with your own sadness.

You see this how you would if you had tears in your eyes, you see this with your own sadness.

Running away seemed to be the answer..

Running away seemed to be the answer..

fu-ck-0ff:

I just really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really want to dieeeeee

A purpose is something that is supposed to happen
A meaning is a reason for something to happen,
There are few things which happen to every single person which could qualify as a meaning or purpose of life,
And one of those things is death.
I think the meaning of being alive is to die.
It is something every living creature HAS to do, and can’t not do, therefore if the meaning is death it will be fulfilled in everyone.
Life is uncertain, yet death is not.