piece of trash ✨✌️

Fuck why does it have to feel so good how am I supposed to want to quit when it feels so fucking good every time

I was born into a house cursed by my parent’s sadness and rage

My monsters weren't in my closet

they were in the kitchen

the living room

the bedroom

they watched me go to school in the mornings

and i tiptoed around them at night

it's hard to feel safe in the world

when you were raised in a haunted house

My problem is me. I can’t socialize for shit. All i do is self sabotage. There is something wrong with me that no one can fix.

one day at a time. one long day. it’s one long day after another and it feels like every step I take I go three back. I am so far away from the world, the people, my life, literally everything. my mind has wandered too far this time, I don’t know what’s reality and what’s delusion. It’s like every day is a dream, more so a nightmare.

it’s sad that some people think that suicide is selfish

yet i have to stay alive and suffer bc i don’t want to make my family/friends sad and miserable

it’s so difficult not to attempt when you’re just so done with your life

time is going too fast and I can’t keep up. the month seems to go by in a blink but the days are long. one day you wake up and realize a full month has passed, and you have nothing. you don’t have many memories, you don’t have the potential to do anything, and you don’t have many reasons to be here anymore.

my favorite conspiracy theory is that they regret what they did to me

Are you normal or does the slightest criticism make you feel like throwing up, makes you sweat uncontrollably and your face feel like it's burning?

would take some questionable pills right about now

nothing feels real anymore it feels like i'm watching a movie

i'm watching someone else live my life through my eyes

i'm not in control of anything i just see what happens

there’s an odd comfort to laying in a dark room. your eyes can be wide open but you can’t see a thing. it feels like death, it feels like home, it’s bittersweet but a part of me loves it.

They should invent a way to kill yourself that doesn’t disappoint anyone

i dont want to get better. i want to get worse. i want to be sick to the point where i cant stand up. i want to look the same way i feel.

Having my tummy growl is satisfying when ur alone, but SO EMBARRASING when you're with others!!