Great now my parents are depressed because of my self harm. Just want to be left alone until i die
☕️✧・゚: *✧・
its bad again
i wish i didn't exist
Once I stop/have to stop loving you, it's never going to come back. Ever. Atleast not in the same way as it was before. But that don't mean I don't care, okay?
all your life needed was a sense of where to go.
purging after a long time feels sacred somehow
every single time im left heartbroken and disappointed like damn bitch why do I keep. making same mistakes every single time like it's literally like I'm pickin my flavor of mistake