I Hit An Artery And That Shit Was Apparently Crazy I Just Woke Up, But I Can't Move My Left Hand Or Fingers

Me

My mom: how can you still be tired?! You slept all day!

Me: *is not actually physically tired, just really tired of reality and living so I use sleep as an alternative to death*

all days are the same. i don’t feel alive anymore.

This is my hand after relapse for everyone wondering.

Difference between promises and memories?

We break promises.

And our memories break us.

Ok but same.

sometimes i wish my scars on my left arm where much “worse”. Cause now my mom knows i sh and she would notice new scars. sh on other places never gives me the same release as on my left arm and I hate it.

*goes from fine to actively suicidal in 30 seconds flat* 

Weil es mich fühlen lässt

Tw SH

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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

LMAOOO IKR

MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING

that awkward moment when you just slit your skin open and youre still thinking about that essay you need to finish