Inge Broekhoff

Inge Broekhoff

Bodegraven / Insta; just.inge
Inge Broekhoff
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there's a storm inside my head and it's killing all the flowers

there's a storm inside my head and it's killing all the flowers

I just want to break down .... but I can't because i'm too strong or too weak depression quote (bgt)

I just want to break down .... but I can't because i'm too strong or too weak depression quote (bgt)

Sometimes it doesn't feel like bravery. It can leave you feeling weak and defeated. But you just gotta let time pass. One day at a time.

Sometimes it doesn't feel like bravery. It can leave you feeling weak and defeated. But you just gotta let time pass. One day at a time.

This is true and I don't want it to be true but hell yeah it is.

This is true and I don't want it to be true but hell yeah it is.

This is true and I don't want it to be true but hell yeah it is. ;(

This is true and I don't want it to be true but hell yeah it is. ;(

It is scary but maybe it is true , when real sadness comes into your life it never really leaves you , it haunts you forever...

It is scary but maybe it is true , when real sadness comes into your life it never really leaves you , it haunts you forever...

All you know is numb. And you get used to it, so you welcome it.

All you know is numb. And you get used to it, so you welcome it.

I relapsed today I cut for the first time in I don't know how long I remember why I did it again and why I stopped god I hate this

I relapsed today I cut for the first time in I don't know how long I remember why I did it again and why I stopped god I hate this

I had thought the days of total darkness were gone. That I had withstood the torture they inflicted on my child's body, mind and soul. That the days of welcoming the light of morning were here to stay. I forgot about the seed they planted and which only continues to grow. My self-loathing. Self-hate. They could not destroy me, but left me with my broken self. They knew all along, didn't they?

I had thought the days of total darkness were gone. That I had withstood the torture they inflicted on my child's body, mind and soul. That the days of welcoming the light of morning were here to stay. I forgot about the seed they planted and which only continues to grow. My self-loathing. Self-hate. They could not destroy me, but left me with my broken self. They knew all along, didn't they?

get out of my head you lovely disaster

get out of my head you lovely disaster