featherweight

They tried to send me to a mental hospital tonight. I’m terrified and done with all this shit.

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I have nobody left.

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Burned twice tonight, it terrifies me that it doesn’t hurt enough anymore.

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I can’t think of a single reason why I shouldn’t press a burning piece of metal against my wrists. Not a single god damn reason.

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I just need one fucking friend.

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I’m broken beyond repair.

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valittaa:

(via 悲しみ)

I keep taking the depression test over and over, hoping that it’ll stop telling me that I’m fucked up.

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It’s taking everything I have to not burn myself right now. I don’t want to break after 26 days free.

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I start to get happy, and then I fall back into this vicious cycle of burning and starving. I’m terrified that there’s no way out.

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My wrists are asking to get burned.

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If I was at home, my wrists would have some nice new burns.

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