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@asdfg-waste
why is trying to get better so fucking hard
What kills me the most is that you saw me the way I see myself. And that’s exactly why you left me. Right when things were going down hill for me. And the crazy thing is that it’s been 4 years and I still can’t get over it and I don’t think I ever will.
I can’t take a pill without thinking about overdosing. I cant cross a street without wanting to jump in front of a car. I can’t shave without wanting to slit my wrists. I can’t walk along high things without wanting to jump. Every moment, every aspect, every vision of my life is changed by this depression and it’s killing me. It’s made me weak and vulnerable and these thoughts are winning
have you ever just randomly started crying because you’ve been holding in all of these emotions and pretending to be happy for way too long?
@SelfHarmGirl17 (via Twitter)
i love laying the FUCK down and sleeping
repeat after me: fuuuuuuuuuuuck thaaaaat
my kink: getting a text back within less than 60 seconds
I really need to lose a ton of weight before I go swimming. I can't feel like a fat pig like every other year. I need to feel dainty and tiny. I need people to see me and be jealous. I need this.
I needed my friends. I needed my friends around and they weren’t there. I guess if I really was their best friend, I should have mattered. But I guess I didn’t.
A part from my old suicide letter I found (via undo-my-scars)