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• Caeneus

  Ik vind dat je erg mooi schrijft. Honestly. (:
  Yeah, I'm sure.

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• Caeneus

  It's nothing.
  Ik ging je naam er sowieso onderzetten. (; Ik ben geen dief, ik geef de eigenaars hun credits. Iedereen mag weten dat jij zo'n mooie SA's schrijft.

  1 decennium geleden
• Caeneus

  That's allright (:
  Een van deze twee -not sure which one I'll pick- :
  

  You know what I hate?
  
  When your mind can’t keep quiet. When all those voices won’t shut up. I hate it when all those thoughts sneak into every small corner in your head. I hate it when you feel like suffocating because there’s such a noise inside you. When you can’t keep it inside anymore, but you got to keep quiet cause everyone’s happily asleep. I hate it when I have the feeling of being watched, although I know nobody’s there.
  
  I hate it when I get the feeling of anxiety ruining my entire mood, although it wasn’t that good anyway. I hate it when you can’t breathe. I hate it when there’s nothing you can do to stop any of this all. When you know that your entire body has been took over by something inside you. Something you can’t control. I hate it when the realization hits you that the depression has taken over all of you. When you just want to give up.
  
  When you’re just tired. Just tired of fighting, tired of laying awake at night, tired of resisting the urge to hurt yourself, tired of listening to those voices screaming in your head. I hate it when you just want to die, and nothing else. Cause at night, when you’re alone, it seems like everything gets worse, and nothing else matters than the thought of suicide.
  _________
  
  I feel weak. I really thought I was strong enough to keep my mask on no matter what. But it didn’t seem to be true. I hoped, I would have the strength to never tell anything to anybody. That didn’t seem to be true either.
  I always thought I could handle everything to myself. But that wasn’t true either. But mostly it’s just easier to say that I’m fine, then explain why I’m not. It’s easier to smile and laugh through the day, without people telling what you’re really feeling. But it hurts, every day.
  Every time that I say “I’m fine” there’s something breaking me inside. I can’t handle it anymore. I’m tired. Tired of all the lying. Tired of keep smiling even though the feeling isn’t true. I’m just tired.
  And sometimes I feel like I don’t want to go through this anymore.

  
  
  Kon beter. Hoe gaat het met jou?

  1 decennium geleden
• Caeneus

  Heya! Je weet vast niet meer wie ik ben want ik stuurde een maand geleden een berichtje maar je hebt er niet op gereageerd. Shame, want vroeger hebben we veel gepraat.
  Misschien herken je me beter als één van deze namen:
  Poeh, Penumbra, 5HELLEY, 5TYLE5, Bastard, Ollivander, Bonacieux, Farmiga, Dyer, Kodaline of Castamere.
  Als je me niet herkent is dat oké.
  Waarom ik je aanspreek na zo'n lange tijd: ik zou graag een SA van jou op mijn profiel plaatsten -met natuurlijk jou naam eronder- zou ik dat mogen? (:

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• Niallerslove

  That's fine! Have fun sweetie! xx

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