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nipples poking through the shirt is an aesthetic
Yuh
this wins
One of my strangest fantasies is tying up all the people that have made me suffer and give a little speech about what they did and they blow my brains out in front of them in a way that it splatters blood and brain matter all over their faces.
I feel bad for myself. I have placed so much of my self worth on my physical appearance but somehow I'm not even good at that.
this look screams boyfriend material so much
I kinda wanna date a guy that'll hit me and throw me around that way I'll at least have a motivation to have panic attacks and cry for hours
I miss self harming but I'm scared:
1) that I'll leave scars that'll get me unwanted attention
2) that I wouldn't know how to stop if I go back
“I look in the mirror and I see too much of someone who isn’t enough”
— Me
I want to die again and this time I have no fancy way of saying it. I'm not going to beat around the bush anymore. I want to die. I want to sleep and never wake up again.
The sad thing is no one really cares
The thing is, sad or not, that you can't expect people to care. Everyone has their own struggles and it's not right to expect someone to heal you. I just wished that others aside, at least I would care for my own life.
me:
my brain: dont worry if things go wrong you can always kill yourself :))))))
The only comforting thing ever
Every time I chase happiness I come back worse than before.
I know I've said it a thousand times but I'm so lonely that it hurts. The kinda of alone that weights on your chest and makes you wanna cry even though you have no energy to cry anymore so you just lay in bed and wonder how can your life mean so little to everyone and even to yourself
The saddest moment is going to self harm and realising you have to look for clean skin to cut...
If I could undo my scars I really would, I'm tired of being asked about them and why I would let a "boy" affect me so much...