Maybe I’ll be prettier when I’m cold and lifeless on the floor.
So I got the blade out. Now I have a choice. My mind is literally going to tear me apart.
I kinda. No want to. Want to really, really. Slit my wrists.
sometimes people who are sad dont always need the “it gets better talk”
sometimes people just want to hear “you are sad, you are trying your best, and it’s okay. you’re okay and you’re alive and that’s a big accomplishment”
because i know for myself unconditional optimism gets really fucking annoying. sometimes i just want to be sad and have it be okay that im sad.
don’t make me feel weirder than i already do in my own skin.
I wish there was an icon that you can send through text so you can tell someone that you’re feeling suicidal, on the verge of slitting my wrists, going to jump off a bridge any second now, bout to put my head in a noose, I got the gun to my head, so that someone can talk to you when you feel like you’re going to do these things without bluntly telling them. I also wish I had someone to actually try to cheer me up when I’m feeling completely suicidal. Like right now..
I hate being ugly. If I was prettier, my life would be 300% better.