Being Suicidal At A Funeral Is The Weirdest Thing Ever.

my scars are fading.

i need to make more

I’ll never be pretty enough

I’ll never be skinny enough

I’ll never be capable enough

I’ll never be funny enough

I’ll never be enough.

I’m 100% sure I’m gonna die by my own hand

One minute you’re recovering so well, feeling like life is worth living and you are worth loving. The next you are alone again, feeling 13 years old and harming yourself, reminded of why no one could ever like you in the first place. I fear I will always return back to that person…

do you ever think you're special to someone, but then you see this person acting the same with everyone else and you're just kind of

oh, alright

Doesn't matter how much effort I put in, right? It's hard to love me.

The reason I love the found family trope is probably because I only have like two friends (not exaggerating) and I crave a closeness that I just don’t have in my life

I have no one who knows me intimately and loves me unconditionally and that fact is slowly crushing me to death

when you're having a hard time and trying to reach out for support and suddenly you're a child again hearing "i'll give you something to cry about"

I never think it’s paranoia.