that never seems to leave.” —Glimpse, Carol Lynch Williams (via funeral)
I’m so sick of being sick. Most of the time I don’t feel anything, and sometimes I feel way too much. I can’t handle this hatred I have towards myself, let alone handle other people. I’m sick of pretending to be happy and normal, and I’m sick of people thinking they understand me. I’m just sick. And all I want is a friend, someone who will help me, because I think I’m about to lose control.
I either feel too much or don’t feel anything at all.