(via deliriouslydark)
(via deliriouslydark)
- not showering regularly
- not bushing your teeth regularly
- living in filth
- caring about your grades but not enough to do anything about them
- thinking about suicide more than graduating
- considering suicide whenever any problem arises
- tired
- no motivation
- no energy
- walking is so hard
- sometimes even talking is too much work because you’re so god damn tired
- laying in bed for hours because you’re too tired to move
- feeling nothing but sometimes everything
- knowing you’re not alone but still feeling alone
- that constant mindset of, “Who cares? I wont be around much longer anyways.”
Fucking relatable
(via worldhasgonemad)
Two years have gone by now.. And yet not a day goes by that I don’t miss this feeling. Everywhere I go I look at people’s wrists and legs and arms, especially at a pool. Everyday hurts like hell because you want to feel the metal cut your skin but you can’t because your suppose to stop. It is the worst kind of drug to be addicted to.. Strong two years. And many more years to overcome. I can do this… Right?
The only way for me to tell him I’m sorry is to slit my wrists in hopes he will see
You, Lord are forgiving and good, abounding in love to all who call to you.
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(via frail-cat)
my friend said that whenever she has a bad feeling about her body/appearance, she asks herself “who profits off of this emotion?” and i really love how simple and incisive that is
(via escrevinhar)