Sometimes, i want to scream and tell the world how not okay i am. i want to say that i'm slowly losing my mind and all my hope to live. but instead of doing it, i stayed silent and acted as if there was nothing wrong with me.

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Sometimes, i want to scream and tell the world how not okay i am. i want to say that i'm slowly losing my mind and all my hope to live. but instead of doing it, i stayed silent and acted as if there was nothing wrong with me.
Her love for him had been total just yesterday, just last night—just this morning. Now her hatred for him was just as passionate, just as total.
Mary Balogh, from Thief of Dreams (via howifeltabouthim)
i hate being passively suicidal.
like sometimes when i’m crossing the street i don’t look both ways or i’ll just silently beg a car to hit me.
i take more risks than someone who wasn’t suicidal at all but not enough for anyone to notice.
sometimes i’ll drink a little too much in the hopes of something happening.
being passively suicidal is the worst because i still want to die sometimes but i know that i’m not ever going to actually do anything myself so i just spend my time hoping that something else kills me.
"Hey mom, even when I come home smelling like cigarettes with bloodshot eyes and dilated pupils,I still love you and this isn't your fault.”
I will never ever EVER not reblog. And every time I see this, it hits closer to my heart.
im so sorry..
I swear I’m trying. Even though it may not seem like it. I fucking swear I am….
I didn’t mean to end up back here again. It just fucking hit me and I gave in so easily
I’m sorry
lately it’s just my way of coping with life..
“How I miss you and you’re not even mine.”
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