Just another wasted day. Just another day feeling sad and shit. Just another day with myself, fucking up everything.
Blah blah blah blah blah.
Murder me.
(via too-hungry-to-eat)
Scared. Helpless. Tired.
I would like to cry, but I still cannot. Where the fuck are my tears ?
(Source: mystandards, via learn-to-put-the-past-behind-you)
Just took to much anxiolytics last night (again).
And this morning, I’m a fucking zombie. I can’t even stand up.
When the fuck will I stop acting like a stupid jerk ?
Mirror, Mirror, on my wall, I want to be pretty, thin, and tall. Mirror, Mirror, if I change my hair, Maybe then someone will start to care? Mirror, Mirror, if I starve myself, At least I’ll be beautiful. Forget my health. Mirror, Mirror, if I cut my wrist, Will I finally feel like I exist? Mirror, Mirror, don’t you see? What you show is ruining me.
(Source: dreams-are-like-angles, via dreams-are-like-angles)
The Little Voices
depression sitting at the left corner. ana sitting beside depression. binging-mia at the fridge. anxiety crying at left (down) corner. self-harm/cutting whispering to me, persuading me.
OMG THIS THO
holy shit
this is so fucking accurate
(via dying-divinely)
