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No amount of talking about it is going to make you love me. None of it will make you reply to me. No matter what I do to distract myself, it will not make a difference because you’re all I can think about all the damn time, each second of everyday.
I only want you, but you don’t want me.
“Everyday, suicide moves higher on my list of ways to solve all of my problems”
-Thoughts I’ll never speak out loud
The worst part about anything that’s self destructive is that it’s so intimate. You become so close with your addictions and illnesses that leaving them behind is like killing the part of yourself that taught you how to survive.
Fuck. Everything hurts and, oh god I wish I was dead.
If I could stop living right this second without hurting anyone I’d fucking do that shit
I begged him to stay. Lost all my dignity in the process. And it still wasn’t enough.