Im Nostalgic Of A Childhood I Never Had. Of A Parent That Was Never Mine. Of A Comfort That Was Never

I’m nostalgic of a childhood I never had. Of a parent that was never mine. Of a comfort that was never there. Of a inner peace that I never had.

HEY.

are you scrolling [tumblr] instead of sleeping?

idiot. clown. I cast sleepy spell on you. fuck you. sweet dreams ily

I hide the darkest parts of myself but honestly I just wish I could show them to someone without fearing judegment / misunderstanding / scaring them / guilt and shame / consequences

Y'all ever just not feel real?

Like you're there, but not there. You feel things, but you aren't. It all feels the same, which is nothing- or it's too fuzzy to tell any difference? You see yourself, but it's not you. You don't recognize yourself in the mirror, you don't know who that is, but it isn't you. You don't know what you look like, but it isn't what is in the mirror.

I want to do things, but I can't. And I don't know why.

I don't like these days.

My christmas wish-list:

Actually feeling joy

Being happy

Freedom like the birds

Not feeling empty anymore

Being able to be happy Abt sth

Jakub Schikaneder (Czech, 1855-1924)