I constantly feel like it's my final days, some are so unbearable I envy those who no longer breathe, I feel this overwhelming guilt for such thoughts. I feel like an extra puzzle, like an incomplete sentence, everyday is so painful in some way. I'm crying almost every day and I can hardly get myself to brush my teeth let alone shower. Even when I'm not cutting I think about every hour, this itch and urge crawling under my skin making home inside me. I've thought about being in a mentally ill wlw relationship more than I can count, I don't know anyone near me to talk to about any of this and I'm so not abt to tell my mom I want a girl to slit my skin open (ā„ļ¹ā„). I'm failing so thoroughly in school and there's no way I'm gonna repeat the 10th grade. I feel miserable but that feeling is the only one that stays after the others leave. Betterhelp is useless to me and I'm not getting a therapist just so they can send me to a mental hospital. I feel so trapped, the state of humanity doesn't help make me want to find a reason to stay or even fight.
I think I'm going to do something to myself but hey, at least my music taste is fire!! ( Ėź³Ė )
I just killed myself tonight. What if it were all to end in a heartbeat. No note, no warning except this post, and nothing to point to as a definitive reason other than "she was sick." My parents would cry, not knowing where they went wrong, just like they always do. (They never did anything wrong, they tried they're best and I could never be what they wanted)
There will be proof of my existence though. The hair dye on the bathroom floor, the blood I've shed, my words scattered across various platforms on the internet, the love I've given, the filth I've spread.
And yet I will still be forgotten. No matter what I will be forgotten.
iām so so jealous of people who are naturally thin and can eat whatever they want because wdym i have to work so hard and ruin my own life just to look like that