Lost Soul

I hope i arrive to my death, Late, in love, and a little drunk. - Attitcus II Let this Tumblr be my safe haven. Please do not report or call 911 on me for my posts. II 17 / male / suffering with bpd and severe depression. I know what I deserve now .

[eliminated]

[gosh]

via weheartit

[l-amouur]

[cleoreist-blog]

Luxembourg, October 2015

[lovehigher]

[poetiqueconnard]

Jan. 2 2019

Can I not do this year? I don’t see myself making it very far. I don’t know what I want to do anymore. I don’t want to wake up tomorrow, or the next day, or the next. I am so ungodly stressed you may not even have a slightest clue. I’m so fucking sad, I don’t want to be here. Everyone is so mean to me about my flaws, my past. I understand I have sins,  I made mistakes. I’m so sorry. I know I will be forced to have them on my shoulders until I am dead, I don’t want to worry you. Or anyone. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, I just don’t want to be In this room, in this house, in this town. 

I want out, I want out of this world so badly and I don't know what to do, you tell me you are here but I know when stress gets to be too much you are going to leave me. you will leave. not what if. will. 

and I don't know how to prepare myself for it regardless of how many times you say you’ll stay.

[syntacked]

But every song I listen to whispers your name.

n.r.m. (via syntacked)

[trashandtrauma]

i never understood why someone would hurt themselves on purpose until i slid a razor across my skin and felt alive again

[destroymylife]

[booksandcows]

[melisica]

Mike Monteiro

[nothing-lasts-forever2]

[thegoodvybe]

[cynsyllables]

“Why must I only be able to write beautiful poems in my most ugly moments?”

- Cynthia Chapman

[bwmessages]

[anxietyproblem]

[thecloversystem-deactivated2019]

The truth of this brings tears.

[the-sad-boy]