Emotional Suicide Presented By Fear And Loathing

***TRIGGER WARNING*** I don't glorify mental illness. Why don't you fucking love me? I fucking needed you. I learned to love lies because of you. You made me like this, a heartbreaker.

[atarax14]

[fuckthisaccountt]

[depression-confessions-on]

“I have decided not to end my life bc I have reasons to live, but I still wanna cut because life sucks most of the time. Somedays I still think of suicide, but mostly it’s cutting. I don’t wanna die, I want the pain that I go through all the time to stop.”

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Confession #5305

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[hplyrikz]

“Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worst kind of suffering.”

— Paulo Coelho, By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept (via hplyrikz)

[softlysaygoodbye]

“If love did not exist I would be so goddamn sane.”

— Andrea Gibson (via purplebuddhaquotes)

[summersweeet]

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[thegoodvybe]

[lunarseastars]

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[deardiariah]

Thinking of you makes me hate my body. I knew you love my body and that was it. I want to scratch off my skin to get you off me.

[toomuch-taxing-formybrokenh-blog]

Why am i NEVER good enough?

[br-o-ken-poetry]

“Hating yourself is an exhausting thing. It makes you tired all the time, but it keeps you up all night, thinking, trying to forget. It makes you want to never eat another mouthful yet you also want to give up, stuff your face with rubbish. It makes you spend money, spend and spend on things to try and feel beautiful, try to feel important, valuable, while it also makes you want to burn all your clothes, throw away everything you own, everything you don’t deserve. And it makes you want to run away, from everyone, from everything. It makes you want to ditch this life, and start over, knowing no one, being no one. Yet all you can do is lie in bed, uselessly, letting life pass you by. You just lie there, with that hatred. And it’s almost all you can feel.”

— broken thoughts

[ayylmaoalyssa]

“I’ll always be the second choice and I hate that about me.”

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[grungelama]

Addiction.

Cigarettes make you calm.

Alcohol makes you forget.

Drugs make you happy.

Starving makes you proud.

Sex makes you feel loved.

Self-harm makes you numb.

Sleep makes you stop feeling.

We’re all addicted to something that takes the pain away.

[bbbyluv-deactivated20231229]

Everyone just leaves

[toomuch-taxing-formybrokenh-blog]

I hate myself.

[goodbyeeeeeeeeee8-deactivated20]

I have no love for myself because I’m too busy giving my love to everyone else.

[maxwelldpoetry]

“Stay awhile. The rest of the world has a funny way of making us forget about moments like this, so let’s do things the other way around. Let’s forget about everything else and focus on this moment. Focus on my metronome heartbeat. Wrap your arms around me tightly. Close your eyes and let your breathing even out. I love you. I love you. Does it make sense? Maybe it doesn’t - things have been hard lately - but now isn’t the time for questioning. We are here, we are warm, we are a little less broken. That’s what matters, isn’t it? That when life is chaos, we have this blissful silence? That when the world makes us feel caged, we’re each other’s master keys? I don’t know if we’ll make it to tomorrow, but we have right now. We’re together, right here, right now. Let’s not waste it.”

— Maxwell Diawuoh, Once A Day (05/20/2018)

[syntacked]

“I guess I was nothing to you.”

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