I doubt the fact that love lives in all.
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16. Stockholm, swedish. Studying photo. Loves writing. Trying pathetically to be poetic. Loves thinspo, music, nature & cigarettes.
"It’s exhausting. Anxiety makes it even more exhausting. And I wish I could be strong enough to fight this, all of this, but the anxiety doesn’t allow that. The anxiety keeps telling me to get thinner, thinner, thinner. My mind screams that I should be more lovable. The ghosts screams that I should throw away the love, since I’m not worth it. And they say you don’t love me, that no one ever will. And it’s so exhausting and I try to scratch it all out but I can’t. I can’t scratch the voices away, the ghosts, the anxiety. I know I can’t scratch my mind away. And it’s so exhausting."