♡ i can’t breathe without you ♡
Kilka miesięcy temu zgubiłam gdzieś swoją żyletkę. Chyba muszę jej poszukać
something sharp is cutting in me right now i dont know what it is
Everyday is the most difficult chapter of my life. I’m tired.
heyyyyyy everyone im not doing so good im in an ib school so i have so much hard shit to dooo and i so stressed today i haven’t ate so thats goodd
also i want a sugar daddy im very caring and loving i do what ever they want me to dm if interestedd
Every time I get any medicine in form of pills I take one by one counting up to ten and if I don’t end up dying I cry myself to sleep knowing the pain is going to last for way longer
“This Antique Hearse from Dresden, Germany. 1800s”
There ain’t no happiness inside me. My brain damage is evolving. I don’t want it. My sensitivity is crushing with four big walls that won’t let anyone get in. I’m all alone. I fuck up lives, I don’t want to. I break hearts. I am absolutely no one, and that voice in my head tells me to cut my skin to let my blood come out, to let me go. My heart’s so broken, no one can fix me. I said I should probably go to an specialist in severe mental health. They don’t know I’m that bad. He only knows I should be taking medicine to control myself, not enough. Nothing’s ever enough for me. I wish I had peace, but my world is constantly shaking. I’m dying and nobody is coming to save me. I’m dying in my safety place. I’m locked out. My mind is dead. Only a few hugs would keep me sane. I should not think. I should not breathe. The house is empty. I’m the only one in here. But me means nothing. I’m just a ghost.
I almost DIED
Cause you were that whisper in my head
The light beside my bed
The night I wished I was dead
Tudo se tornou uma porcaria minha vida,o mundo,as pessoas,aguentar as pessoas da minha sala de aula já se tornou algo chato,olhar pra tudo aquilo e só sentir vontade de sumir,minha família nunca foi uma das melhores,eu só quero sumir pra bem longe de todas essas coisas,e quando eu for não quero que pessoas fiquem lá fingindo que se importa,por que na hora que a gente precisa ninguém nunca esteve lá,as pessoas só te procuram quando elas precisam,quando elas querem,ninguém se importa com ninguém hoje em dia,esse mundo ta uma bagunça,e já está se tornando insuportável habitar nele.
I swear it’s the last I’ll draw if my dead bird child.