No! I can’t post consistently, I’m busy being passively suicidal, god…
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No! I can’t post consistently, I’m busy being passively suicidal, god…
Passive suicidal ideation is like no I won't attempt but if I got hit by a car and died that'd be nice
Leonid Pasternak (Ukrainian, 1862–1945) - The Torments of Creative Work
oh leonid, we're really in it now
Leonid, you really understand it.
Save me Leonid, from my empty Word document
Leonid what should I do about the emails
Babe are you okay? you reblogged Leonid Pasternak's Torments of Creative Work again
i miss being younger and just being able to rot in my depression
now i have responsibilities and a job
it has gotten better before. it will get better again. and again and again and again.
“I want to be the one you wake up with every day…”
99% of my problems would be solved if I just learnt to keep my mouth shut
kinda wanna prove everyone wrong and get my life together but also kinda wanna kill myself ://
The moment you actually start thinking about suicide again after being okay is so painful
i am nowhere near a good person, actually.
I just drive everyone away. I don't blame them, I wanna leave me too
Kay Redfield Jamison, An Unquiet Mind: A Memoir of Moods and Madness
i’m fighting a war within my head that i don’t want to fight anymore it’s so exhausting and no one understands
One minute you’re recovering so well, feeling like life is worth living and you are worth loving. The next you are alone again, feeling 13 years old and harming yourself, reminded of why no one could ever like you in the first place. I fear I will always return back to that person…
i hate everyone and i wish i never made any connections to anyone