Some guy on the east coast

Photography and stuff

A part of me died. Like what the actual fuck. I’ve gone through so much pain and I’ve had so many battles inside my own head it’s simply just fucking gone. I went from panic attacks and anxiety every day with suicidal thoughts and being constantly sad, to feeling nothing. I can’t feel shit. I’ve tried and absolutely nothing happens, it’s like a part of me is locked up or dead and I feel so god damn empty. I feel like a body with no soul. I really hope this goes away. I feel like I’ve already died. I just want me to come back.


"tea is just leaf water!" "yeah well coffee is just bean water!" wow, it’s. it’s like everything is made of things. this door is just wood rectangle. this poster is just ink paper. this lemonade is just lemon water. wow, it’s like you can combine ingredients to make things that are more enjoyable than the initial parts of the equation. sure is a magical world we live in

(via tummyg1rl)