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I might break and bend my basic need to be loved and close to somebody
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I know I should sleep
I'm trying
Really
But I can't stop thinking about it.
A broken razor
Places to cut open
How deep I could go
Plastering the wound
Feeling it when walking.
The calming effect
The emotional peace
knowing you have done something about it
Having it red on skin
The whole mess.
I'll be packing one
In case tomorrow will happen...
what I expect to!
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breaking anonymity a moment because I can’t stop giggling at my stupid pie
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SH
I did it again. I was at the stables today and just doing stuff with Storm. But every think went wrong. Storm was wild and I almost died because he was kicking at me. I tried to calm down. I tried to stop hating myself for this. He was the one he did this. But it did't work. When I came home, I cut myself.
I always do it on my hands. I know most depressed teens do it on there arm, and then big cuts. I do it on my hands because I don't want people to notice and my hands are really ugly. My nails are so short and my fingers are to long.
You are probably thinking: "Why are they sharing this?" Because I can tell my story and I don't have to hold it for myself. Not because I want to flex with it, I hate that I do this. I want to warn you for this. Please look out for stuff like this. Please don't think of yourself like this. I am trying to stop, but it isn't easy. Just hold on! Please.
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Why do I only retain the negative and never the positive, I guess I’m use to people yelling at me to clean my room even though my sibling’s room look the same as mine, I’m used to the negative now every time some one say something positive I think they pitying me. I want to be positive but it’s hard when they tell you to “ lighten up” and that “it’s not that hard”  so I stoped try because why try if people are going to say that “I’m not trying hard enough” but they don’t know how hard I’ve been trying and hiding my mental health so they wouldn’t know if I’m not trying hard enough when they don’t give me a break. (Sorry for the spelling mistakes)
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It's hard to imagine people have liked me romantically, whether it's my lack of reciprocation, my self loathing, or my mostly aromanticism.
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WAAN Be HAPPY IN LOVE? WAAN GET BACK TO YOUR LOVED ONCES ? HERE YOU GO WITH WERE U CAN SLOVE IT
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I am here for the first time in 5 years to write more things because I don’t know what to do any more.
I love when a patient calls me 5 minutes to 2 to see if I’m free for a session and I say no because I have a 2 o’clock appointment with someone else and then 2 o’clock rolls around and that 2 o’clock never shows up so now I have double the missed opportunities. I love it. It’s so funny.
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i wanted to post something to honor of me coming out of derpession
i’m high and trying to write something meaningful.
it took me years to write this first post.
i’m scared of the internet
so in the end thank you for reading this.
really really hope you a nice day.
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Nobody loves me. And I’m sick of it. I just wanna be over. I don’t want to be numb anymore
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I don't want to be this broken anymore, but pain feels like home.
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Ich werde in Traurigkeit versinken, vielleicht treibe ich so dass ich die Oberfläche glitzern sehe, aber ich kann keine Anstalten mehr machen auf zu tauchen. Ich versuche den Druck der Tiefe nicht zu spüren. Werde ich jemals Land finden?
Wie könnte ich jemals? Ich werde nie gut genug sein!
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Isn't it ironic how
heartbreak can make you
push people away when all
you want is love.
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