I love to express my thoughts through words, pictures, and music. Hopefully my blog can show people who I really am on the inside, because honestly, no one knows the real me.
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In French, you don’t really say “I miss you.” You say “tu me manques,” which is closer to “you are missing from me.”
I love that. “You are missing from me.” You are a part of me, you are essential to my being. You are like a limb, or an organ, or blood. I cannot function without you.
(Source: timorleste, via salvationishere11)
| Mom: | What's wrong? |
| My mind: | I used to do so well in school but I'm not anymore. |
| My mind: | The people I call friends, aren't my actual friends. |
| My mind: | I'm constantly feeling alone. |
| My mind: | I'm starting to look at myself different. |
| My mind: | Nothing feels the same anymore. |
| My mind: | I feel like I'm going to fail at anything I try to do. |
| My mind: | I haven't been eating that much and I'm hungry all the time. |
| My mind: | I feel like no one cares about me. |
| My mind: | I just wanna sleep all day and never wake up. |
| Me: | Oh nothing I'm fine. |
