@barelyliving-barelybreathing

unheart:

i’m not even 25 yet but i feel like i’ve failed at life

1617:

people think im insane now imagine if i said everything that came to mind

unheart :

tiredmaid / instagram 

toomanythoughtshere :

being mentally ill is weird, I can go through traumatic shit and maintain a poker face but then have a mental breakdown over losing a pen

spreekilling:

2:50pm, June 2014

hatin :

I have never been as anxious about my life or my future as i am right now, i really don’t know what the fuck i’m going to do and it’s fucking killing me 

myopressivedepression:

Are you a teacher?

I’m not, no

7l7l7l7l7l7l7l7:

its so stupid how the tiniest shit can break my heart & ruin my mood i literally didnt ask to be this sensitive

randkritzelei:

11/11/20

i don‘t know how to ask for help

wonderland0darkforrest :

deepquotesblog:

wanna know what i don’t remeber … the last time i was truly happy about being alive

uh9 :

sometimes it’s easier to pretend you don’t care than to admit it’s killing you.

yunghalal :

shoutout to me for ruining my own life

flowercavities :

what do u mean it isnt normal to keep razors & bottles of pills around just in case things get too hard again

standingcowrrdly :

sucks when you’re just sitting around having an okay day and suddenly a wave of I Wanna Die™ hits you

verpasstzuleben:

avoidantpdsuggestion :

how do I disappear forever and make everyone forget me

bloodonthehorizon :

More like all the time

unspokengrief :

Do you remember the first time your mother look disappointed in you? Do you remember the first cut? Your first attempt? The days you can’t remember because you spent all day in your bed pretending you don’t exist? Do you remember your mother hysterically crying when she heard you tried to kill yourself again? How she would ring you 4 times a day making sure you were alive? And when you didn’t answer the phone she’d drive to your house and scream your name just to find out you’re in the shower. You only remember the things you want to forget. Why do you hold onto things that keep you from joy? That holds this cast over you preventing you from living again. Maybe you’re afraid that if you find hope and hold onto it that you’ll accidentally drop it and your mother will start calling you again, she’ll start crying again. So you stay afraid and silent. You hold onto your bad memories and make sure no one can take them from you and I’m sorry life hurt you so bad and that your mother sleeps with her phone under her pillow, just in case. There will be a day where you ring her first just to tell her today was a good day. You didn’t win lotto or get your dream job. But you got up, made breakfast, went to work, made dinner and watched your favourite movie again. You didn’t skip a meal, you didn’t cry on your lunch break and you finally got to sleep before 3am. Maybe tomorrow you’ll think about swallowing a thousand pills again but today was a good day and that is enough.

— Hannah Green, from “my mother has me on speed dial.” ©

roomforruminating :

“i just feel so fucking alone all the time, and not in the “there’s no one there for me” way, in a way where there are so many people, but none of them understand anything.”

— and then i just feel sort of empty

killed-long-ago :

oh don’t fucking tell me to be myself because this is the self that everybody abandoned okay?