I’m sick of going to bed and knowing things won’t be better tomorrow
all my friends out there having a good time and im just here trying not to kill myself
me on my silly little phone trying not to kill my silly little self
Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak; “Concerns from a hot-boxed jeep”
[Text ID: “How do I stop / carrying everything / that had ever / happened to me?”]
blackbruise
do you ever wonder if anyone reads your blog like everyday just to check on you
jupiters-saddest-alien
I don’t wanna get out of bed. I don’t wanna eat. I don’t wanna go to work. I don’t want to go anywhere. I just wanna fall asleep and never wake up.
Fuck you honestly. Fuck you.
sickdelights-deactivated2023091
Don't ask me "wyd" i really just be in my room going insane and being a danger to myself
Ever cried in your bed curled up in a ball because you’re alive and can’t die?