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oh

[ceruleanheaven]

very cruel to put this much love inside the body of such an unloveable creature

[radioheadaching]

i can't waste any more of my youth being this fat and miserable

[naturalbornpink]

[pixie-chimpunk]

I know I need to shower but the idea of water on me feels physically painful right now. I don't want to leave my warm cosy dry state even though it'll only be for a short while. Live laugh loving how my life is upturned by one singular upcoming event

[wtfamidoing6000]

i can't even do my own eating disorder properly i feel like such a shitty failure

[laterkiss]

but if you hold me without hurting me u will be the first who ever did

[twistedangelboness]

how many calories does being pure of heart and full of love burn?

[kiricumber]

[proanabellee]

do i actually need to eat rn or am i just really emotional? -the eternal question

[babydoll-4444]

[rocknrollangelsblog]

Atleast i'm going somewhere

[unicornedup]

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[glittertearsandfearsx]

can just something new ever happen to me ? I wake up, feel the same thing, eat the same thing, watch the same show, watch that same person, wear the same thing, listen to the same thing, and sleep the same way I did yesterday and the other day… and last week.

I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one who wonders about this too much?

[pinkin00thenightx]

no one will remember ur laughter or how you got quiet after someone said something that stung more than it should. nor the way you played with your hair when stressed. nor ur forced smile. nor the bones sticking out of your body. nor ur silent plead for help.

they will remember you as the burden. as someone who always needed someone to protect them. not a person, just a responsibility. duty. they will remember discussing between eachother who needs to deal with ur shit this time, thinking you’re not listening. but oh you were listening. every single time.

and all you ever wanted was honest feeling. honest care. you wanted to be burried deep into someones chest, held so tightly its painful but brings you this quiet sense of peace. comfort. you never got comfort. you never got even sense of it, because everytime you did you were proven wrong. you wanted someone to wipe ur tears with their sleeves, because ur feeling should matter more than keeping their clothes clean. you wanted someone to see ur pain, to see you and try to understand your sick twisted mind. but all you ever gotten was lies.

so no. they wont remember things about you. theyll remember how much trouble you caused them.

[pinkin00thenightx]

i love the way bones stick out of my body. bruising my skin from the inside.

the way stomach twirls painfully from hunger. the way ur head feels dizzy just from standing straight. ur legs are like jelly, eyes trying so hard to focus, but oh its so hard to keep looking. to keep ur eyelids from closing. you need to stay counciouss even tho you wanna rest so badly.

then ur knees give up. u fall. head is throbbing. skin bruised from the fall. and u realize. u gone too far.

but why does it matter? is it really that important to take csre of urself?

not to you. not to me.

my goal was never to selfd3strvct or any shit.

is it pathetic to call it cry for help?

[pinkin00thenightx]

nothing feels better than r3lapsing.

it wont fill out the void. it will make you more and more empty with every line. and oh thats the whole point. being empty hurts less than caring.

i hate caring. i hate being emotional and sensitive. i hate getting pathetic every time im hurt.

i hate pretending i dont care. nobody knows how f much i care. i care so deeply it eats me alive every second of every day. it consumes my body, my heart, my soul and my brain. i can feel it in my bones, in my words when i talk, in my heartbeat, in my fingertips while i hold the bl3de with shaky hands.

its my escape. my relief. a break from feelings, from caring. it makes me feel trapped but free. the kind of trap that bring comfort, not suffocation.

its my favorite cage.

my favorite guilty pleasure.

[pinkin00thenightx]

Pierwszy poranek będzie taki jak każdy inny, z różnicą paru nieodczytanych wiadomości i nieodebranego połączenia od mamy.

Zwierzątko będzie spało, może jadło, nieświadome. Telefon dalej będzie podłączony do kontaktu, talerze z resztkami powoli zaczną gnić i wydzielać odór.

Drugiego dnia buty będą stać tam gdzie stały, nietknięte. Talerze zostaną na swoim miejscu, pokój tak samo przepełniony życiem które powoli zacznie uciekać.

I tak będzie mijał każdy dzień, każdy z kolei trochę normalniejszy od poprzedniego

Świat się nie skończy. Nie będzie czekał.

Nikt nie czeka.

[oxxygween-deactivated20260330]

Japiedoke im litterally going insane rn

nawet ni sie juz neichce plakac ja chxe schudnac poprosy dddsjeleeoejr eejamsns e msizooaoqlwbrfix czemu jestem skazana na te meki

[mila-must-d1e]

do końca grudnia chce zobaczyc 47.