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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

If I could stop living right this second without hurting anyone I’d fucking do that shit

I was just a corpse you saw fit to drag around.

I still love you. After everything I still love you. I wish this was not true.

“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.

“The world doesn’t seem like such a bad place when I’m with you.”

—

D.S

(via thelovenotebook)

It’s always the people you would never want to hurt and care about so much that do the most fucked up shit to you.

Not knowing where this will lead scares me, but the thought of losing you scares me even more.

— Letters from S

I miss you so much...

I wish you were here...

“Maybe if I was good enough you would have stayed.”

-12:34 AM

idk im just sick of struggling in a life i don’t even want to have

“Just because someone hurts you doesn’t mean you can simply stop loving them. It’s not a person’s actions that hurt the most. It’s the love. If there was no love attached to the action, the pain would be a little easier to bear.”

— Colleen Hoover, It Ends with Us

“I always felt like I saw things differently. Saw things other people didn’t.”

— Lois Lowry, The Giver (via thebookquotes)

People think that suicide is a choice and yes it is but right now it feels like the only fucking answer.

i dont have the strength to recover. im going through the motions at this point. i gave up long ago, now i breathe because i dont know what else to do.

I never thought that our happy moments could turn into sad memories.

“But he wasn’t written for her and no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t rewrite the story.”

- C. H.

I don’t know who my first heartbreak was. Maybe it was all of them, maybe none of them. Maybe it was my father when he became the first man to refuse me his love. Or maybe it was hurting someone else that made my heart ache.

- C. H.

thank u dad for the irreparable psychological suffering 💓

the worst thing about being mentally ill is like.. nothing is wrong.. my life is pretty okay right now.. everything is fine. and yet.. theres this sinking feeling in my stomach and i cant stop thinking about dying