I was born in the 80's in Sweden, and I'm a costume designer. Also, some may or may not, call me goth. Nerd and Proud.
But I’m super stressed about my trip to Gotland on friday.
I have so much to fix and it’s hard for me to focus, because both my mind and heart is heavy and torn.
I have almost none.
I know most people feel that way about their mother or father.
But my mother have an amazing way of making me feel better and I know she truely wants nothing more than my happyness.
I love you mom! <3
(Sorry for the way I’m writting, but.. you know… vodka)
Don’t listen to them. They clearly aren’t interested in your well-being and should not be in your life. Whatever you’re dealing with now won’t be bothering you forever. You’ll get through it.
I know I should have let them go alonge time ago, and I will do it now. Because I’m more important. :)
They keep telling me that, “I could not do it”, that I’m “too weak”.
And at the same time they’re telling that I’m a really bad person and everybody hates me and every bad thing that ever happeneds is because of me.
I’m not sure I can take it much longer, the vocies inside my head keeps screaming at me, “Just do it! Do it! Nobody would even miss you if you were dead!”
I can’t tell anyone anymore, because they don’t seem to care.
Oh god, I just want to die..
But I don’t think anyone is going to notice that anyway.
I’m so fucking tired of this shit.
I feel like a ghost, because nobody seems to notice me and I don’t feel alive.. I belong with the dead.
It both hurt and feel good at the same time to know that you must die.
No I did not. Because I did not feel the need to.