This

“Now I know I have a heart, because it’s breaking”

-the wizard of Ozz

Fr

i’m sorry that i won’t get better

we all know how all this gonna end:/

“I know we aren't who we use to be, but I'll never forget who we were.”

— RIP to whatever we were

Do you read y/n fanfic based around someone finding about your illness/selfharm/disorder just so you can feel loved when you’re too afraid to ask for it from people in your life or are you normal?

sorry for seeing the divine in the monstrous. not my fault.

Same.

I keep finding myself missing those fresh streaks of scarlet lining my arms, feeling the warmth as I watch my blood ooze from my skin. I miss the healing cuts that turn different shades of red, brown, and purple. I miss the roughness of the scabs catching the fabric of my shirts, the twinge of pain that accompanied it. The soreness the day after a relapse, the sting when I wash them in the shower. The itch when the scabs start falling off showing the fresh new scars underneath.

I miss it, and yet I hate it. I hate it so much. I’m disgusting.

Why does everyone I love fucking hurt me, its like im worthless to them