“I don’t want to die, I just don’t want to exist any more” sounds mild if you’ve never experienced it, but it is in fact a horrible, violent way to feel.
“I want you and I don’t want to be a luxury. I want you to need me. I want you to not be able to concentrate because you’re thinking about me. I want you to reach for your phone because you thought of something you have to share with me. I want you to not even be able to breathe at the thought of never seeing me again, because that’s how I feel about you.”
— Shannon Stacey, All He Ever Needed (via thebrokenquotes)
i am hurting very badly and i just want it to be over
I miss you so much...
I wish you were here...
Some things break you so fucking bad that you spend the rest of your life wishing you hadn’t survived it. Because death would be better than the pain you have to live with everyday
“But he wasn’t written for her and no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t rewrite the story.”
- C. H.
Lately it’s getting really hard to think about how much others will hurt if I kill myself. I don’t wanna hurt anymore. I’m tired of living because I don’t want to cause pain to others. Who is thinking about how much living is destroying me.
Some realizations I had in the last few days
— I’m never going to be good enough to make anyone stay
— I’m needy and pathetic, clingy and annoying. No one wants that
— I’m so inconsequential that I’m not even worth being told by people that they don’t want to talk to me
— there’s something terribly repulsive and unlovable about me
— my sadness will be the only thing that will be there for me so I need to hold on to it
— happiness isn’t for me
— I need to stop trying and accept my fate of dying alone. Let’s face it, why would anyone want me
I still love you. After everything I still love you. I wish this was not true.