My name is Anna. This is what my brain consists of. If someone were to ask me what kinds of things I found beautiful in the world, I would show them this tumblr. I admire that which is dark and daring and different; these traits create a powerful combination I long to capture.
All I can do is sit and stare. Moving is too fucking hard. Sleep is impossible. What happened to me? It wasn’t long ago that I was ok. Happy, even. Now everything feels hopeless and horrible and I can’t imagine improvement. I don’t know who I am sometimes. I don’t know how I feel about anyone anymore. I’m so afraid of waking up tomorrow and feeling like I do now. I can’t.