I’m supposed to be doing better. Right?
I miss the feeling you know…wincing at the pinch as it punctures my skin…I miss it.
Too many eyes, as much as I want to. I just want to fade away. Please.

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I’m supposed to be doing better. Right?
I miss the feeling you know…wincing at the pinch as it punctures my skin…I miss it.
Too many eyes, as much as I want to. I just want to fade away. Please.
every year i reach new lows and wish i killed myself earlier
Sometimes i look at my $elfharm scars and think “Damn it wasn’t even that deep”
I could just take all the pills in my house and make everyone's lives so much better
i don’t like feeling anymore. they’re getting too much for me to handle now. i want to go back, i want to feel that instant relief i had before. i miss it, i’m tired. i want them all out.
the more i sit here alone with my thoughts, the more i realize i’m not okay. i’m angry with everything but want to breakdown crying. i have this overwhelming urge to hurt myself. i don’t want to stop until the noise quiets. it’s hard pushing yourself to live, when you know deep down you want to let go. i need out.
i ruined it. i was doing so fucking well.
i’m so over this shit! i’m so tired of waking up everyday.
i have nothing to look forward to anymore. what am i supposed to do?
i’m so lost, i’m so fucking lost.
welp, i’m still alive. just yesterday i hit one month self harm free.
but god, i miss it. i miss feeling something other than this numbness.
sadly, it’s this overwhelming addiction. i don’t think i can ever recover
i want it all to end.
to be this skinny, i’d never complain again.
Can you please reblog if your blog is a safe place for lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, asexual, aromantic, pansexual, non binary, demisexual or any other kind of queer or questioning people? Because mine is.
love all my bbys
i hate how i lost you. not in the way of never talking to you again, but losing you in the way of never being able to say you’re mine. the day you called, i panicked, i haven’t heard from you in months. but you have no idea how relieved i was seeing your name on my phone. i knew you needed a time away from everything, it only hurt as much as it did because you left without a trace. you don’t tell me you need a break, you just fucking leave. but i can’t be angry, you needed it. when you told me how you and your girlfriend got together. i don’t think you realize how much it broke me. you didn’t understand why i was crying on the phone. i mean, even i didn’t understand at first. until i figured it out, i am still in love with you. and what hurts the most, was before her, it was the idea of me and you. you told me you wanted US to work out, and that you didn’t want to waste your time, and i agreed. but in the end, you wasted my time, my energy, me wasting my love and affection on someone who ended up not even wanting me. as much as i hate you for it, i can’t lose you. even if i’m just considered your best friend, no matter how much this shit crushes me. you deserve to finally be happy, even if that means i’m not the reason why you’re happy.
really do wish everyone finds peace within themselves
to disappear, with no trace. to maybe be someone else, someone new.
i just want to fully love myself. i don’t know how to do it.
i’m so tired of this shit. i’m so tired of being FUCKING TIRED!!!!!!
I. Cannot. Do. This. Shit. Anymore.
I’m giving up. I’m so fucking tired.
My thoughts only get louder. I’m tired of listening.
I just want to be done, forever.
This may be triggering so I’m sorry.
But god, I want to cut again. To feel something other than my constant numbness.
I’m so tired of waking up and being so sad all the time. I don’t eat as much anymore either.
But just to cut again and feel the blade run across my skin. I need to feel something
Since it’s warming up, I can’t do my wrists anymore. The past scars though, they sadly remain.
I’m so sorry.