This feeling always used to pass, seems like it's every day, seems like it's every night now.

hey beautiful. my name is sarah, and i'm too sad to really give a fuck about anything. my hands are always cold. i like coffee, tea, cuddling, weed, ghosts & you.

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them: quoting teachers and speakers.
me: your words make me feel so alone. no one ever says that they've had those thoughts in the middle of the night. No one ever admits that they've wanted to take their lives.
February 22nd
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