I feel like punching myself in the face.

(via better-off-deadx)

I have a really hard time believing that anybody could ever love me with all of my trauma, mental illnesses and complete lack of likeable personality

The thing about life is that one day you will be dead.

I’ve got nothing to lose but weight.

You ever feel like a little bitch bc you can’t cut deeper??

Literally all the fucking time.

Is this me? Is this my illness? Am I actually ill? Am I just a bad person? Is this just who I am? Am I just an attention seeker? Is this real? What’s going on? I’m so confused.

it’s so awkward being asked “do you really think that lowly of yourself?” because no? of course not? buddy, i was just.. kidding around.. haha, funny, haha? humor, you know? but also truthfully: yeah. absolutely. without a doubt. hold up a handful of dirt & one individual speck of it has more worth & purpose than i could ever even begin to hope to have but, you know! anyhow! nice weather we’re having

please