Can’t even bring myself to TRY to eat

five days without an appetite, i feel like a dying dog

i am heartbroken all over again

i know deep down that i want to live but i don’t see how im supposed to live when every single waking moment is pure agony. i fear im starting to feel like i have no other choice

when i die i hope they’re not mad. i hope they have the same reaction they have when a dog dies, i hope they say “oh she’s in a better place” “she’s running free”

i will be. i will be running and running and running

every childhood will end and i know when mine did, i tore through my own skin only to see it mend

It lives with me, it feels like a presence always looking over my shoulder. It’s sitting across from me at this table and next to me in the car.

I’m so sad all the time that it physically hurts

i want to cut and bleed and scream and cry and vomit in an attempt to get these feelings and thoughts out of my body

i feel so small and meaningless all the time

it’s always “one day”

Everyday that i don’t kill myswlf is a waste of time

I’m just living in constant agony but it’s okay, it’s all okay

no relief, not even in my dreams

I can’t keep going on like this.

Can i please just die already

I’m so tired of crying myself to sleep, why is my life so pointless

I just keep telling myself that everyone else also feels this empty and hopeless and lonely and suicidal and depressed and angry

Someday… maybe not today, but someday.

will this feeling ever go away?

i know god isn’t real because every day i pray for death

i’m so fucking alone, i can’t stand even being conscious

One day i will be loved. I’m afraid it may take me dying to get there tho

That’s it. I’m turning on the stove before i go to bed.

I can’t stop crying. I keep telling myself this isn’t real, this isn’t happening, im not really here. its all a dream. I can’t keep lying to myself. I know this is real and i don’t know how to accept it.

Will i ever have a best friend again? i hope so

Things have been so hard for me recently. i wish i had someone to talk to

These bones are just bones and i’m still shaking until i can’t anymore

You said that desire is the root of all suffering, i’m beginning to believe you

Can someone take me behind the shed and put me out of my misery