not killing myself is a personal achievement but you cant really brag about that at dinner parties
(Source: cervicks, via hlbstrk)
n. the tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it—whether through envy or pity or simple foreignness—which allows it to drift away from the rest of your life story, until the memory itself feels out of place, almost mythical, wandering restlessly in the fog, no longer even looking for a place to land.
The worst type of crying is when you are lying in bed, hands over your mouth. Your face scrunches up and you let out that first gasp. The tears are running down your face onto your pillow and you cry and cry so much that you can’t breathe. You ask whoever’s up there, “Why? Why me?” You sob, trying to gasp breaths in between without being loud. You have one hand on your heart and the other on your stomach because they both hurt. Eventually the tears stop flowing and you are left laying there, numb.
The worst type of crying (via dead-and-scarred)