#tw depressive

[subjectnumber-zero]

I’m not very good at the whole ‘being alive’ thing

[subjectnumber-zero]

I can’t do this anymore

[serpentmolt]

i'm again going through the ugly process of the losing that little hope i again pathetically acquired, seeing my life not changing, not improving, and considering just to end this all

then imagining my death and funeral just to then somehow deal with life later after that wish to die was fullfilled, even if just in my own head

i'm not lords strongest kitten...

[subjectnumber-zero]

I want to:

get drunk, write a crappy suicide note, post random shit on tumblr, slit my wrists, and bleed out

[subjectnumber-zero]

what’s the fucking point anymore?

[subjectnumber-zero]

why cant i just move out? so i can bleed, starve, die in peace. but i cant cuz im a fucking minor and i cant wait that fucking long to get away. there is no chance i will ever legaly drink, a small chance i become an adault, a small chance i can legaly drive. no fucking way i make it that long. JUST. LET. ME. DIE

[subjectnumber-zero]

during summer: summer is the reason I’m like this

during school: school is the reason I’m like this

those two weeks of summer before school starts: everything is the reason I’m like this

laying in bed spiraling: being born is the reason I’m like this

[subjectnumber-zero]

IM BEING FUCKING NEEDY AND SENSITIVE AGAIN