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I don’t want to look back at my life and wonder what if. i know that my death bed i will be surrounded by the people in life that love me but i don’t want any ghosts beside my bed. the ghosts of wasted talents and wasted dreams.
they will be the ghosts that ask “why?” with a dissapointed looks on their faces.they will say that they came to me so that i could bring them to life… but now we both have to go to the grave together.
so i ask you today how many ghosts will be beside you when you die?
Hoo boy and here i thought I was over my 'bad time' episodes. But it's four am and I want to rip my face off, eat a bunch of garbage, throw up, rip my eyes out, and just generally destroy myself all over again I feel like I'm going to fall off the self-harm wagon, but I think I'm starting to calm. Writing helps. It always gets worse around November/December and I hate it. Why am I like this what is wrong with you