[borderlinebaby420]

in a bad mood because im still breathing

[delusionalanddown-deactivated20]

I don't even live for myself anymore. I only live for others and still they keep on expecting more and more from me. It's exhausting.

[dumbsuicidalteen]

i'm just a shell of a person. i have no desires. i don't want to do anything. get attached to anyone. leave my house. live. just want to physically fade the same way my mind has.

[fawne-deactivated20231002]

𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗋𝗀𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗂 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗉 𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍

[worthless-misery]

I cannot put into words how much I absolutely HATE this body I'm in.

[barelyliving-barelybreathing]

'suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem'

I think it's past temporary when I've felt the same for 10 years now

[just-a-lonely-nobody]

[bella-hadid-fashion]

[favcelebrities]

[zombiegirlfriend2007]

[redrola]

[softestaura]

Bella Hadid for Met Gala 2022 Afterparty

[dead-fan]

I will have this. I will. I fucking promise.

[skiinnypunkz]

i can feel all the fat on my body and its fucking nauseating

[penthousepussy]

[666-misery]

[dynastydrugzandlove]

I’m not happy, and I don’t remember the last time I was.

I don’t remember the last time I wasn’t constantly comparing myself to someone else.

I don’t remember the last time I wore something that made me feel pretty without constantly trying to cover myself or feeling like I wanted to crawl out of my skin and hide.

I don’t remember the last time I felt comfortable in a room full and people, genuinely enjoying their company and not worrying about if they’re judging me in their heads.

I don’t remember the last time I went out with a partner on a date and wasn’t thinking that they were looking at other people wishing that they were with them and not me.

I don’t remember the last time I genuinely laughed at a joke a friend lightheartedly told making fun of me without getting super sad and wanting to hide in my shell.

I don’t remember any of the good times.

I don’t remember feeling alive.

I don’t remember being happy.

I remember sleeping all day to avoid feelings.

I remember pushing people away

I remember harming myself

I remember crying myself to sleep and then fighting to hold back my tears throughout the day

I remember feeling ugly no matter what

I remember feeling like everyone would be better off without me

I remember not being good enough

I remember people telling me everything is my fault

I remember becoming emotionless.

And numb.