I Wish He Didn't Go To Bed At 8 (7 My Time) Cause Now I'm Just Lonely And Bored.

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i come back after a fucking week and no "what happens "are you okay" or anything from him. fucking bullshit. maybe I should leave again. I'm so tired, upset with everything and everyone. I don't know why I bother with anything.

“I feel like a loser without any future

cut open my head

and rip out the tumor

you make me wanna fucking end it sooner

let me respawn like a first person shooter”

found out bf now has a tumblr through my other blog (he followed it)

better hope he never stumbles onto this side and find this account

"But you were fine 2 seconds ago"

yeah and now im not

"But you said you were getting better"

yeah and now im getting worse

sometimes I just imagine cutting my lip, like dragging the blade across my lower lip. i don't know why, I just do and I'm very very tempted to try it.

slight regret for how deep I cut on my wrist is now setting in

I'm taking this as a ghosting/breakup. 4 years to nothing I guess.

if anyone has reblogged my posts, can someone tell me? i would like them back (you don't have to)

i was rotting-in-the-forest