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“My body craves self harm, like others crave sugar Both are just so addictive”

— Sad-depressedordying (via sad-depressedordying)

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“I don’t think you understand what I mean when I say I’m tired of everything. I don’t think you understand that I’m literally drained of all hope, of all comfort. I’m tired of waking up in the morning, tired of making myself something to eat during the day, tired of replying to voiceless text messages. I’m tired of sticking the key in the front door when I get home, tired of making small talk with family members, tired of staring at the walls when I don’t know what I should be doing. I’m tired of taking pills for my headaches each night, tired of filling up my water bottle, tired of tying my shoes before I leave the house. I’m tired of turning up the car radio, tired of talking with my friends, tired of staring at the stars in the sky. I’m tired of going to bed at night, tired of waking up in a cold sweat, tired of having to stare into the immense darkness of 3:00 am. I’m tired of breathing. I’m tired of thinking. I’m tired of living. I’m tired of everything.”

— Insomniac’s Journal (via hiding-myself)

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“Sometimes I go to bed early to avoid being sad for the night, but I always end up waking up feeling empty. I go to use the bathroom, and as I walk there I’m having a panic attack for no absolute reason. Something is jittering around in my chest. I’m making myself freak out. Laying back down, I wanna have a mental break down again. It’s not that anything bad has happened. But… I think my body and mind knows that I need the world to stop for a second, for a minute, for an hour, for a couple of days. I need a break from life.”

— - 4am // @loveactivist (via loveactivist)

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Please don’t yell at me for apologizing for everything. I’m sorry I feel like I’m screwing everything up, every minute of every day. I’m sorry I’m not good enough, and that I need constant reassurance and validation. I’m sorry I have panic attacks and that I have so many triggers. I’m sorry I suck at being an adult, and have to do things at my speed, whether that means actually getting out of bed, or cleaning, or even taking a shower. I’m sorry that I get so nervous about little things. I’m sorry I overthink every detail. I’m sorry that I don’t think I’m beautiful. I’m sorry that I argue with you about me being beautiful. I’m sorry that I sweat a lot because I get nervous. I’m sorry that I either eat way too much or not at all. I’m sorry that I have night terrors and get little to no sleep. I’m sorry I’m always sick or in a lot of pain. I’m sorry I let you get so close to me, and now you’re probably miserable. I’m sorry you had to go through this. I’m sorry I ever existed.