Reallyweirdguy

Status: All alone and no where to go.
Joined: December 29, 2014
Last Seen: 1 year
user id: 388816
Location: The darkness in my mind
Gender: M

Reallyweirdguy's Favorite Quotes

She lies awake at night
No one else in site
She cries and
speaks four words through her tears
"I want to die"

"Perhaps it has always been there,
this thing,
this demon inside me.
Or behind my back,
waiting for me to turn around.
"


 
 

So I havent been on here in 5 years I like my profile said? Its wild, reading all the things I used to write that I can only barely remember. I think that was the point of me doing it back the, was to have something I could look back on and know my old self.. but the thing is that I thought I would be looking back as a better person and the truth is, I'm not. 
I thought that I would grow out of it but I didn't. Here I am, an adult reading things that everyone told me was just teenage angst and thinking to myself, how did I even get this far? Its no wonder Im strugling so hard now, I've been struggling with this my whole fckng life
I like this though, a whole other world I can escape to. I liked going back and reading old things from myself and I want to keep it.
So from here on out I'm coming back to this. This is my secret escape, my secret way of getting everything out. 
If t
heres anyone out there that feels anything similar to anything I ever wrote, reach out and we can figure it out together.
Much love
when i started to have a good relationship with food, people stopped calling me beautiful. im not trying to fish, but i kinda miss it. i never hear it anymore, or if i do, i totally filter it out. i hate that i need to feel loved. i know my worth isnt based on what others see...but for some reason it just feels good to be complimented.
i need hugs and snuggles
sleepy all day, restless all night








The loneliest moment in someone’s life
is when they are watching their whole world fall apart,
and all they can do is stare blankly








 

i started making art using old, almost empty printer cartridges, in an effort to waste nothing. in doing so, i realised it was a very satisfying outlet as it uses the exact same motions as cutting. the violent creation of lines, but instead of drawing blood, i draw my demons with ink. i represent the turmoil within, on a canvas that is not my body. i hope this way of coping continues to help as well as it has this week.







Everyone is guilty of something,
and everyone still harbors a memory of childhood innocence,
no matter how any layers of life wrap around it.
Humanity is innocent; humanity is guilty,
and both states are undeniably true





 






 In my mind I am eloquent;
I can climb intricate scaffolds of words
to reach the highest cathedral ceilings
and paint my thoughts.
But when I open my mouth,
everything collapses.