my entire life is just about trying to survive my mind but then again there are moments where i ask myself why i’m even trying so hard. there is no light at the end of the tunnel, there is nothing worth staying for. why am i still doing this then? why am i still trying
this blog may contain sensitive content (its me im sensitive)
me: *exists* me: this is too much
Happy Mental Health Day everyone
“If I’m isolating myself, shutting everything and everyone out, it’s a sign it’s getting bad again.”
— (via devouring—despair)
A part of suicidal ideation or self harm no one talks about is the numbness to the subject that comes with it. I sit and scroll through pages and pages of cries for help, suicide notes and plans and feel nothing. No worry, no concern, no crushing feeling in my chest. Nothing. Those familiar feelings are now replaced with a strange familiarity, a kind of comfort that it’s not just me.
Fuck. When did it get to this
I don't wanna do this anymore
Just please...
Let me die
Let me end all this pain
“I mean, sometimes remembering can really destroy you.”
— Benjamin Alire Sáenz
I’m starting to care less and less about how people would feel if I didn’t wake up tomorrow.
I miss you so much...
I wish you were here...