when lazy kissing gets intense with that deep breath and hip pull
my lifes a lie why did I just know about this!??!?! everyone probably thought I’m so silly wearing a plastic behind my ear
Thank you, so much, for making me feel useless! Thank you for leaving even when you said you wouldn’t! Thank you for telling me I mean something just so you can leave! And thank you for lying! Just…thank you! And I hope you see this!
Quando vuoi tagliarti, ma non puoi, rimani lì a fissarla,e piangi..
I’m tired of being sad all the time
Idk why but a little voice in my head keeps telling me how nice it would feel to just cut myself right now. I’m just minding my own business, not even upset, but I just wanna slice myself up.
I hurt you so much even though I love you because I hate myself and wonder why someone would ever love me back.
too many sad souls in this city.
I no longer believe in myself
You need a private talk? Just send me an ask!:)
God I want to cut so bad
hi...
i’ve never publicly posted anything like this and i never thought i would but i’m high as fuck and feel like i need to get this out. nobody knows who i am on tumblr and i think that’s how this will be the perfect outlite. i’ve been a self harmer since the fifth grade. i don’t know how my little brain came across slicing my skin as a coping mechanism but dammit it did and shit did i ever get addicted. i felt like i was finally able to control something in my life but little did i know it was just another thing i couldn’t get w grasp on. 4 years after i started my self harm i was able to stop. i became my friends inspiration for getting through hard times and digging yourself out of a hole your mind created. but things slowly, then all @ once got bad again. i started thinking about cutting again, like an alcoholic craves a drink, i just craved a blade. it got so bad that after 1 year and 8 months, i relapsed. and was actually disappointed that i didn’t leave worse marks. DISAPPOINTED i didn’t hurt myself enough. i’m fucking things up w my friends and the people who mean the most to me and things just keep falling apart around me w/o warning and i’m loosing my footing. the world is too intense for me and i just feel like staying inside all day bc maybe if i don’t do anything, i can’t fuck things up again. i forget what it was like to be actually happy and not falling deeper than you have before. i hate myself more than ever and am terrified i’m stuck w myself for the rest of my god damn life. i never want anyone to ever feel like this, i wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy. mental health is real. and it’s a fucking massive issue that needs more recognition. be nice to everyone - you don’t know what’s going on in their head.
Why can’t I do anything right
TW: Cutting
I literally itch to cut. Like the urge is this torturous, crippling pain you want but shouldn’t. Then when you do the release; OH FUCK THE RELEASE. Which turns to, oh fuck, time to clean up and hide them.
oops she did it again
The only thing i’m good at is relapsing into my old habits




