Same
Cant remember how my arms look like unscarred. It feel like I always had them.
BAHAHAHAAAHAH ME
me at literally any minor inconvenience…
me: i want to kill myself
best friend: wtf?! why??
me: i spilled milk
best friend:…so clean it?
me: no, you don’t understand…i must die now
This.
Never enough discipline. I never have myself under enough discipline to achieve what I want to achieve.
I know I’m sick. I know I’m ‘fucked up in the head’. I know what is good for me and what is bad for me.
At the exact same time, I don’t care.
I don’t want to be healthy. I don’t want a perfect relationship. I don’t mind the hurting, the aching, the low expectations, the hunger, the hurt. I don’t mind it because it’s all I’ve ever known.
Same.
Do you ever just want someone to punch in your face, crack a few of your ribs and cut open your skin?
TW: BLOOD.
The only thing that makes me feel alive.
nobody fucking cares about me and i don't know what i'm holding on for
People need to stop guilt tripping suicidal people. We feel enough guilt from our brain telling us what pieces of shit we are. Guilting us by saying we’re going to cause heart ache to those around us is unproductive. Instead of wanting me to stay alive due to your selfish reasons try and help me stay alive for myself. Just like cancer is part of the body attacking itself mental illness is the brain attacking the body and most of us who are suicidal or end up going through with it didn’t do so willingly. We lost a battle with our own brain. Please be kind and careful when talking to suicidal people like we try and be kind and careful to not hurt you with our feelings. We don’t want to hurt others. We are fighting within ourselves whether to release ourselves from such horrible pain or continue trotting on for the sake of others. We try our hardest. We’re not all successful. And while it’s heartbreaking when someone loses a battle to depression it isn’t their will or desire to hurt others. It’s this yearning to finally find inner peace, and it’s the body’s way of obtaining it.
Do you still think about people from your past
Yes bitch, I’m traumatized
This is my hand after relapse for everyone wondering.