it’s 1:07 am. My official last appointment with my therapist of 5 years was last week, and I’ve done everything in my power to delay the grieving process. Today I crashed. I haven’t sobbed this much in over a year, maybe more. This woman has saved me from committing horrible things to myself. She knows every intricacy of my broken heart and now i can never reach out to her to speak to her again. I am absolutely beyond devastated. She knew how heartbroken I still am over my friends leaving me, my ex breaking my heart. I am so sick of being left. I am so sick of being unwanted and disposable and not chosen. I am in so much pain and anger and i don’t have anyone to talk to. i guess sleep will have to do. lets hope my breathing regulates at some point.

The way that last week I was crying and sobbing and literally in the worst depression slump in over 2 years because of a man who I’m not even dating, only to get the ick today and be completely over it is one of my greatest accomplishments

I got ghosted, rejected and abandoned by 3 different people this month. Love that for me

7l7l7l7l7l7l7l7:

its so stupid how the tiniest shit can break my heart & ruin my mood i literally didnt ask to be this sensitive

I can’t sleep bc tomorrow will come sooner and I’m so anxious

chokit-pyrus:

“Dear Dad. This is my last letter from Paris. I may even be home before you get it. Don’t worry about picking me up. I’d like to surprise you. Amazing. It’s gone by so quickly. Gertrude Stein said… “America is my country, and Paris is my hometown. ” I’ll always feel that way about Paris. I want so much for you to know what it’s meant to me. It’s turned cold out, but I don’t feel cold. Across the street, someone is playing “La Vie En Rose. ” They do it for the tourists… but I’m always surprised at how it moves me. It means seeing life through rose-colored glasses. Only in Paris, where the light is pink… could that song make sense… but I’ll have it in my pocket when I get home… and I’ll take it with me wherever I go from now on. Love to you, Dad.”

— Sabrina (1995) Dir: Sydney Pollack Wri: Barbara Benedek & David Rayfiel

astrolocherry:

taurus and cancer are the memory signs, they dont forget, somewhere inside always remembers. it can make the taste of nostalgia sweeter, but it’s just to elude the present