I can’t take a pill without thinking about overdosing.
I cant cross a street without wanting to jump in front of a car.
I can’t shave without wanting to slit my wrists.
I can’t walk along high things without wanting to jump.
Every moment, every aspect, every vision of my life is changed by this depression and it’s killing me. It’s made me weak and vulnerable and these thoughts are winning
(via tbh-suicidal)
(via thesexshooter-blog)
I’m just a needy piece of shit that needs constant reassurance that I’m wanted
(via emerald-nymph-princess)
(via theblacksideoftown)
I respect you and like you as a person but the paths we are on do not harmonize and I don’t believe in changing your tune when it’s genuine so I’d like to continue to go our separate ways.
(via nathannnp)