every year i reach new lows and wish i killed myself earlier
anxiously switching between tumblr, pinterest, and instagram as i wait for a response :33 (i want to claw my skin off)
DRY TEXTERS ARE GONNA BE THE REASON I END MY LIFE HOLY SHIT THEY ARE GOING IN MY NOTE
me when i cut and it actually hurts
cut a bit deeper last night and it felt so good !!
me when chatgpt hits me with the
Sometimes, feelings can be more about what someone represents (excitement, escape, novelty) than about who they truly are.
i yearn to be reborn in a life where we were born in a smallish cozy city and we were family friends since preschool and grew up together and fell in love </3
i actually feel so uncomfortable around my parents it’s crazy
every aspect of my life is cooked; chat should i just kill myself???
so tired of having bpd if i kill myself will it feel like rerolling a dice and becoming mentally sane in my next life
felt so bad when someone at my school died and i wished i was him so bad instead of mourning
born to say do you hate me do you hate me do you hate me do you hate me do you hate me do you hate me do you hate me do you hate me forced to say wyd
i actually hate myself so fucking much can i just die already
i wanna be dead so bad but i dont wanna kms ugh
why do i do things for attention and then hate it when i get attention
