Don’t ask yourself what the world needs. Ask yourself what makes you come alive - and then go and do that. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive.

Harold Whitman (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

I’ve been in hell ever since I learned how much I hurt you.
I’ve been doing really great things in life for the right reasons and I think you’d be really proud. I think you’d realize that I’ve always been a really sweet and passionate man and that life’s question marks grew too heavy on my head and I let it affect more than just me. I was drowning. I was self-reflecting more and more as the days passed because I felt like no one cared. Like no one offered a pair of ears to listen. I was scared every day when I woke up because I feared for my life. And the killer was me. I spoke out in anger because I was angry with myself. I lowered myself into pain because depression wouldn’t stop using it’s axe to cut through my door. I loved you. I really and truly did. I never knew what I had been dealing with until life gave me a breath above the water I had been drowning in. And at that point it was too late. You were convinced I was a monster. A self entitled sense seeker. You didn’t hold a drip of empathy within your muscles. And maybe I’m the one that dried it all up. Or maybe it was both of the times you lied to me and dried my last chance at trust up too. Honestly, I’ll never know and I don’t ever want to know.
What I do know is that I hurt you unintentionally. What I do know is that I hear how horrible I am every day in my head because of it.
What I do know is that I need to move on from this guilt.
What I do know is that I deserve some understanding behind my pain and depressive dailies.
I’ve been in hell ever since I learned how much I hurt you.

You must not reduce yourself to a puddle just because the person you like is afraid to swim and you are a fierce sea to them; because there will be someone who was born with love of the waves within their blood, and they will look at you with fear and respect.

T.B. LaBerge, Things I’m Still Learning at 25 (via thelovejournals)

I woke up numb.
Silently admitting my thoughts to the cloud that polluted my breathing room.
I woke up numb.