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suicidalnixi

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x-overrvted-x

i joke about killing myself far too much for someone whos actually tried to kill themself

the-death-of-inspiration

I wish i wasn’t so damn hard to love.

But I’ll never be worth it. (via the-death-of-inspiration)

blurryclau

Baby, please, stay. No matter how fucked up I am, just stay.

whatusedtobeheaven

Too late...

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What sucks is that everything is getting to me. Every comment, every look, every action, it’s all killing me. I can’t even go to my own house and feel the smallest amount of grace that I am alive. Because truth be told, I wish I wasn’t alive. I want to be able to go home happy and smile the whole day. I want to be look in the mirror and have one positive thing to say about myself. But instead, I’m here wishing it was all a dream. Wishing that I wasn’t in between two hearts that want to go the opposite direction. Wishing I didn’t have a mind that only thinks suicide, overdosing, and cutting. Here I am, trying to hold in the feeling ugliness, grossness, pathetic body feeling, rising up and releasing itself to be skinny. Here I am pushing away the one person that cares the most. The one person who stayed until 2am, outside, to make sure I was alive the next day. Wishing that the 7 years of have a mental disorder(s) would end. That maybe one day I won’t get a grasp of anxiety. Maybe one day I won’t feel like my body is in war with itself. Maybe my mind won’t need pills to be happy. But till then, Welcome to the life of the endless comments that lower self esteem to the impossible, depressed minds,anxious actions and suicidal thoughts. Welcome to blades that seem to do more justice than the beholder. Welcome to the relapsed days and monstrosity of a life.

// 2:30 pm // Relapsed. Broken. Anxious. Sadness. (via cutmyveinsfromsuicide)