Some Days, Things Just Take Way Too Much Of My Energy.

“As far as I could see, life demanded skills I didn’t have.”

— Susanna Kaysen, Girl, Interrupted

“And sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in.”

— Jane Austen, Sense and Sensibility

Every part of me wants to help you, But I don’t know how. I couldn’t help myself then; How could I help you now? If there’s anything I remember From when I felt that low, It’s that you feel you need someone, But as for who, you don’t know. No one seems to understand What goes on in your mind, But now I see depression’s the same In more ways than you can find. There are things that I wish I could tell myself then, Like to never believe When you think it’s the end, But I know better than to think That you’ll believe my every word. There’s nothing you need to hear; You need to be heard. But how can I show you That it’s okay to spill it out When you have no reason to trust me, And my story you know nothing about. Maybe I ought to tell you, But would it really do any good When you’re already aware that you Stand where millions have stood? You already have friends and medicine, But it doesn’t seem to suffice. I wish I had more to offer, But uselessness is my greatest vice.

Helpless (via meaningless--poetry)

Todos alguna vez hemos tenido que fingir desinterés hacía la persona que más queremos.

Star

que paja la vida adulta, mucha responsabilidad, pocas ganas y cero retribuciones

Hay gente que no te dice que te extraña porque prefiere no molestar; pero revisa tus estados, mira sus fotos juntos, relee conversaciones. Recuerda y recuerda y eso también es decirlo. También hay gente que no te dice que te quiere porque le cuesta, pero se preocupa. Te escucha, te cuida. Y eso también es decirlo. Hay gente que no dice, pero siente.

Quizás si fuera más linda te fijarías en mi...

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