Xxsadist0nexx - Not Bad, Just The Worst ;)

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.

TW: BLOOD AND SH

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Do you ever feel hollow and empty? Like the soul has been sucked out of you and there’s nothing left?

That’s how I’ve been feeling today, I just wanna be done. Part of me wants to fight and try to do good things for the world and make a change. But I’m just tired, I just wanna take a really long nap because I’m exhausted. I never get a break, and I feel like I’m on autopilot all the time.

nobody fucking cares about me and i don't know what i'm holding on for

Could never relate more

I just realized that I don’t know how to fucking love myself. It’s the saddest thing I’ve ever said.

That feeling in your stomach when you realize it’s really over. Your heart just sinks in all the memories, the late-night calls, and all the promises you guys made but you know what’s the worst part? Is that you don’t know if you can do it again.

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*

If you have the audacity to be cruel to somebody with scars on their wrists then you’re a different kind of fucked up.

Hi can someone please just kill me? Like, right now?