:) 🖤

itchy sweater

some people in life have an itchy sweater. a person that they would be better without but they would be uncomfortable. your friends don’t like the itchy sweater and say it smells and it makes you look ugly. even though you may be better off getting rid of the itchy sweater you don’t because you’ve had it for so long you don’t know how life would be without it. it creates a sense of false comfortability because you know it’s not good for you but you continue to wear the itchy sweater. the itchy sweater knows they irritate you and emit negativity but due to your bond, you will never leave the itchy sweater and the itchy sweater will never leave you.

Fr

i’m sorry that i won’t get better

we all know how all this gonna end:/

Faxx 🌚🖤

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Some from last night and this morning. I have so much anger and sadness when he ignores me, blocks me, or puts me on dnd. I’ve went to his house when he does that but I’m trying to save myself. I don’t know where to put my suicidal/homicidal feelings. I’m prescribed my panic attack pills but it knocks me out so I can’t take it in the day. This has been the most beneficial since I started yet again. I’m hoping one day it’s deep enough

Fr bro

i never fucking asked to be here

Andd this is why I cut myself off from everyone and no longer reply to messages :)

Friendships/relationships are exhausting, and I’m starting to wonder if its even worth it anymore. I’m the only one who tries anymore. I’m the only one sending the first text, I’m the only one who initiates hanging out, I’m the only one who cares. What’s even the point? 

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My body

This is my body.

All mine.

From the soles of my feet to the crown of my head

I own this.

And I can do, whatever I want with it

I can feed it, or starve it

I can nurture it, or let it waste away

I can hurt it, or protect it.

I struggle with that, I know which is the right choice, but sometimes I fail to make it. That is my burden to carry.

My choices will have consequences,

the scars may fade, but they will always be there,

on my body.

In the past, people have tried to take it from me,

claim it for their own.

grab it

use it

control it

But I will not allow that again.

No one will take my body from me.

Not again.

And if they try,

I’ll cut off their fingers, so they cannot grab me

their arms, so they cannot hold me

their legs, so they cannot chase after me

and their tongue, so that not even their words can touch me.

My body.

In the future, I may choose to offer my body to others

but I will do so with the knowledge that it is mine to give and refuse

that while I may let them touch it, it will always be mine.

This is my body.

I can do, whatever I want with it.

Me: I don’t give a fuck

Also Me: *gives way to many fucks*