[darkimportance]

“It’s that heartless moment when tears run down my face and I post about how much my life has changed for the better it hasn’t. Part of me wants you to know I need you I don’t want this smoke corrupting my lungs, or this vodka invading my veins I want the comforting touch of your soft skin on mine and the look in your eyes when you tell me I’m really alright. it’s fucked up really how torn apart I am how no one knows”

— tayquita

[taylorjaelyn]

forget what we felt about each other. sometimes lovers were meant to be strangers and only our fate can pull us out of the toxicities. maybe when my hearts attached to these cigarettes and shot glasses it will forget you and I’ll forget the feeling of the hopeless 3am when my tears stop running and all I can do is blink for I’ve gone through too much to get relief through my own eyes and instead i’m numb

[taylorjaelyn]

[taylorjaelyn]

I wish I was skinnier

[taylorjaelyn]

[taylorjaelyn]

So basically the past few months have been crazy and I’m finally getting better. I spent a month in the hospital as I attempted to kill myself via overdose. Two times before that included jumping off a building and again attempted overdose. In that short period of time I had turned to alcohol as my only friend. I felt hopeless. Now I know there is hope for me to become a better person.

[taylorjaelyn]

[taylorjaelyn]

You’re the only piece of me left I love you Jessie Jane

[taylorjaelyn]

My friends have showed me how much they care. Or how much they don’t. I’m done trying to understand why I feel like this, I have no reason to. Why I spent the next day and a half throwing up from an overdose with no care from anyone, why I spent a month in the hospital with one single visitor. Then I get asked why. Why? What am I getting from doing this? I don’t want to be here. Why can’t you guys understand this and why am I left writing to no one. I’ve seeked help and just got a bill in return, realizing how damn helpless I am compared to these other people. There is no damn way to help me . I don’t motherfucking want to be there and I keep wishing and hoping I’d find a way to do this, but the blunt and honest truth is while I have SO MANY THINGS I want to accomplish, I don’t feel I’ve taken advantage of this lifetime and I’m just so helpless at this point. I’ve pretended to be so happy for so many months, more than I used to. I’ve stopped letting people talk to me about my feelings. I wish god would send me one ounce of hope and I would swear to drain it to the max. But wishing isn’t doing it anymore.

[neetgal]

[annahmolly]

[taylorjaelyn]

[taylorjaelyn]

[taylorjaelyn]

[taylorjaelyn]

[taylorjaelyn]

[taylorjaelyn]