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this blog is 100% tw suicide

[broken-depressed-hearts]

I’m lonely.

I’m lonely. I’m lonely.

I’m lonely.

I’m lonely. I’m lonely.

I’m lonely.

I’m lonely. I’m lonely.

I’m lonely.

I’m lonely. I’m lonely.

I’m lonely.

I’m lonely. I’m lonely.

[helloiamdepressed]

[sa-dnesss]

“people like me don’t get happy endings”

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[beautifuldarkmind]

I ruin everything good because I’m so unstable.

[st-a-y]

I don't think most people understand the urge to kill yourself every time you do something wrong

[stanza-309]

[yousaveeveryonebutwhosavesyou]

[sa-dnesss]

[queerlysad]

[yousaveeveryonebutwhosavesyou]

[mentalhealth]

this is so important

[yousaveeveryonebutwhosavesyou]

[abusedfreak]

a few years ago, whenever i imagined myself committing suicide, i would lose myself among my tears. i would imagine people’s reaction, my family’s, my friend’s. i’d wonder if they’d cry. i would feel guilty for possibly making them suffer.

whenever i imagine myself dying now, i don’t cry anymore. i still wonder what people would do, my family, my friends, my boyfriend. but i don’t cry anymore. i don’t feel guilt trying to stop me.

the only thing i feel is relief, the knowledge that if i died, i’d finally rest. it’s scary. it’s fucked up, how much i’ve daydreamed about it, enough to become numb to it, to start liking it. i’m scared of myself.

but if i end up killing myself, i don’t want people to remember me. i want to go knowing i’m hurting as few people as i possibly can.

maybe subconsciously that’s why i don’t let people in, the reason why the walls around my heart are always in place, stretched high into oblivion with no end in sight. because i want to limit the damage i’ll leave behind, when i decide life has got to be too much and i can no longer continue to do this.

[0nly-an-illusi0n]

[queerlysad]

@ptsdying

[0nly-an-illusi0n]

[lonelyrollingst4r]

I'm so fucking useless om so useless I'm so useless I'm literally no good to anybody or the entire fucking world might as well kill me what the ehck