I Just Want To Be Pretty. I Want To Be Good And Sweet. I Hate Being This Way. I Hate Myself. I Hate The

very close to giving up. i feel like i need to go back to the damn ward. i hate that this is my life, and that none of it gets to be easy.

i am tired.

vent post about dying young and being a bad dog: an unofficial writing

i am so different, i wish the people of my past could see that and give me just a couple more chances to change. all i want is a friend before i die of some stupid heart defect. for now, literature is my safe space once again,

michael and lucifer. the militant and the fallen.

hey uh reblog if you’re a vent/mental health blog? I want more people to follow.

my therapist has no idea how bad she fucked up LMFAO. like- you think he thinks about me??? really??? no no no dez idc if he feels bad about what he did, he still thinks about me??? 🥺🥺🥺

the urge to bleed out on the bathroom floor while music plays in the background

the only way out will always be through.

back to putting in the hard work, mapped some of my parts!

struggling to eat again, my therapy for this week had to be cancelled, and i feel like i should die. will i be sent back to the psych ward? probably not. do i want to be? kinda, i don’t feel good :/

every time i make a mistake im like theyre going to put me down like a sick dog