I wonder how many people would notice if I died today
Untitled: Reblog if you would be devastated if you found out one of your followers committed suicide. -
don’t you dare not reblog!!!!!!
If you don’t reblog this I’m judging you.
I hate it when people call me childish, child-like, innocent, naive, soft; I’m not. It’s a personality I assume so people won’t judge me that I’m crazy
I hate how my mood can swing from rainbow happy to dark and depressed in one second
The helplessness I feel when everything just comes crushing down
She was the queen, the queen of the world, loved by everyone and perfect. And yet, it was all a lie. A fantasy, a figment of imagination. The stark harshness of reality hit her, and she ended her life.
What a silly person she is, letting the same person hurt and heal her over and over again, like a brutal cycle.
The memories of the past haunts her, unable to forgive and forget the one that made her suffer