“Sometimes I feel like I’m not solid. I’m hollow. There’s nothing behind my eyes. I’m a negative of a person. All I want is blackness, blackness and silence.”
— Sylvia Plath (via homowrecked)
“Sometimes I feel like I’m not solid. I’m hollow. There’s nothing behind my eyes. I’m a negative of a person. All I want is blackness, blackness and silence.”
— Sylvia Plath (via homowrecked)
you ever get surprised by your own recurring issues. like come on man. I thought we were past this.
I'm like 2 inconveniences away from walking into the woods and not looking back.
my love lasts forever unfortunately
i don’t care i don’t fucking care
I can’t forgive myself for all the things I didn’t become;
for the things I won’t become.
you ever just want to cut even if you don't really have a reason just because you miss the feeling of the cuts or am i losing it
Quickest way to my heart? Stab wound probably.
I don’t know but it feels like I’m not made for this life I don’t know
It hurts to eat.
It hurts to breathe.
It hurts to be human.
I killed a part of me to keep you alive.
And u never noticed
me, every day: i just dont have the energy for this today
I’m so exhausted living this shitty life I’m so ready for it to end
These suicidal thoughts eat away at me 24/7 and I just want to turn my brain off
My life was supposed to end at 16
Idk what im doing now