February 2012
212 posts
Unloved...unwanted...alone....yeah those are what...
I'm sorry.
to my parents: i'm sorry i'm such a dissapointment and i'm sorry i can't be like her.
to my friends: i'm sorry i always talk about how ugly i am. i'm sorry i have no self esteem and i'm sorry i can't be a better friend
to the people at my school: i'm so sorry i'm weird. i'm sorry i don't fit in. i'm sorry i don't look pretty or skinny like all of you.
to myself: i'm sorry i was ever born, i'm sorry i cut knives into you, i'm sorry i starve you and i'm just sorry i hate you so much.
My Mind: You're disgusting
Me: I know
My Mind: You're hideous
Me: I know
My Mind: You're fat
Me: I know
My Mind: You're a failure
Me: I know
My Mind: You're stupid
Me: I know
My Mind: Everyone hates you
Me: I know
My Mind: I hate you
Me: I know
That moment when you say to yourself "just one...
cddrummer:
And then you do it like five more times.
freefromillusion:
I cut. But never deep. Just deep enough to hurt and leave a mark. Leaving only small specks of blood. Because I want it to hurt, but I don’t want it to leave scars. Because I don’t want to leave an example for all the little kids I work with and will work with in the future.
purgingmylifeaway:
She needs the razor.
She needs the pain.
The hurt doesn’t faze her.
It’s what keeps her sane.
im kinda cute if you look at me with your eyes...
Those nights where you just sit in your room and...
I've always wondered who's actually glad they met...
Parents: Everyone should be jealous of you. You're good-looking and a caring person and I love you.
Friends: You're amazing. I love you and I'm jealous of your looks. I wish I was like you.
Me: I look in the mirror in disappointment. I hate what I see. I am constantly paranoid that when people laugh, they are laughing at me. I feel like my friends only are my friends because they feel bad for me. I wish I could be different, look different, act different. I hate myself. I feel alone. I am ugly. I am fat. I am worthless.
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