Maybe one day, I can look at myself and feel better. Maybe one day I can stare in front of the mirror and feel confident. Maybe one day I can walk out of that door and walk around without feeling insecure. Maybe one day, I will feel enough. Maybe one day.

(Source: painlove)

Because to be honest, I wouldn’t know the answer. I’m still trying to figure out how I feel so broken and yet, I don’t know what’s wrong. There are a lot of things that I could say but it’s different if I’m feeling pain. It’s inexplicable. 

(Source: painlove)

To the point that I’m just always down. To the point where I don’t see the bright side about anything anymore. It scares me knowing that I want to be alone but I’m scared of being alone. I misled everyone to saying, “I’m just tired.” or “I didn’t get that much sleep last night.” I don’t know anymore.

(Source: painlove)

(Source: painlove)

(Source: painlove)

(Source: painlove)

Sometimes I have those moments where I crash but no tears would come out. I have those moments where I break piece by piece and I would take a deep breath and it would hurt but I manage to tie all my strings together

(Source: painlove)

(Source: painlove)