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I’m barely breathing my shadow is bleeding
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last inner commentary was so hypocritical.. as if I'm not aware these pills can kill me the way that I’m using ...
blurry
I have been using so many drugs (pills) to cope with the fact that I am going to continue to move forward in my life and not die. Everything is strange and blurry and I sense fear in my heart as I progress.
the best option
I’m starting to realize and understand that the best option for me is suicide. I don’t do anything. I don’t want to work, go to school, be active, or even fucking move. I am in so much agonizing pain that I feel sick and nobody truly cares. I’m heartbroken. I’m never good enough. Nobody ever wants me, nobody ever needs me. Keeping myself alive is tiring and I just want to die so I can rest forever. Nobody will see this post. Nobody will try to find this post. It will get lost in the ever expanding realm of the internet.
miss you
drunk and sad because I really like a boy and I'm afraid he doesn’t like me as much as I like him ah ha ha. It’s been a long ass time since I've felt anything heavy towards someone and I just feel like writing it down right now so it exists. I know this account is mostly anonymous so this post will get lost in time. I am afraid to like someone like this because it makes me extremely vulnerable as I softly express my emotions to him. he knows I like him a lot but he only reciprocates my feelings as “kinda”. as in he “kinda” misses me, instead of fully and unapologetically misses me. what does this mean? is he afraid to like me back? am I too much? fuck. fuck this. why do I do this. fuck.
my ex who I'm still struggling over now views me as a gross straggly monster that he probably pushes fun on with his new girlfriend he immediately required after we broke up. I feel like a greasy fat lard and assume all of my insecurities at this start of the day