Isabella Agnes
Ide lain dari Isabella
She's perfected her fake smile

She's perfected her fake smile

Howard Street Loft in San Francisco by Climb Real Estate

Howard Street Loft in San Francisco by Climb Real Estate

Symptoms of anxiety..

Symptoms of anxiety..

I am a murderer.

I am a murderer.

Wow this is so true.

Wow this is so true.

Please let me die i dont want to live any more i smile for my family but its a fake smile i dont now what happness is any more so please let me kill my self or some on kill me.

Please let me die i dont want to live any more i smile for my family but its a fake smile i dont now what happness is any more so please let me kill my self or some on kill me.

Trust Yourself - How to trust your intuition.

Trust Yourself - How to trust your intuition.

I wish it weren't this way! I want to escape the ink type, but as the world shows itself to be faker than fiction, I find I prefer to talk with my characters.

I wish it weren't this way! I want to escape the ink type, but as the world shows itself to be faker than fiction, I find I prefer to talk with my characters.

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Unmotivated life quotes quotes sad hurt depressed sadness sad quote sad quotes

Betrayal has stolen me from me. I can't explain how someone's love has destroyed me so that I feel like a shadow of who I once was. I can't explain why you can't look me in the eye with affection when it's all I need. And I wonder if hopelessness has overcome me in a web of deceit from which I cannot untangle myself. Webs floating off my face and finger so long after I've passed through it. It shouldn't still hurt so much. Tell that to the ghost of me.

Betrayal has stolen me from me. I can't explain how someone's love has destroyed me so that I feel like a shadow of who I once was. I can't explain why you can't look me in the eye with affection when it's all I need. And I wonder if hopelessness has overcome me in a web of deceit from which I cannot untangle myself. Webs floating off my face and finger so long after I've passed through it. It shouldn't still hurt so much. Tell that to the ghost of me.