Sometimes I Just Imagine Cutting My Lip, Like Dragging The Blade Across My Lower Lip. I Don't Know Why,

i wonder, does my friend actually think I have npd?

I should've brought my blades with me to school today. i was so close to putting them in my bag yesterday and I should've.

i really really fucking need to right now and I can't go home for another 2 hours.

gonna fucking die or something

high on anxiety my thoughts make no sense and too many too fast wanna find a way to get a gun and shoot myself or I'll just try od-ing when I get home

i hate this I hate this I hate this

I need someone to just talk anything and random nonsense to or I feel like I'll explode maybe im just overwhelmed but I'm also really pissed today

fuck people I hate them I hate them all

i don't know what I wanna do I don't know what to do I wanna just spill blood or random thoughts

“I hate

When you say that you're in love

My chest, it burns

When you then say you've had enough

Like make your mind up before I fuck my life up

Baby, I'm so stressed out”

i don't know why I just have the urge to avoid and ignore everyone and shut down.

i have always been fat. even as a kid. I've never known to see myself skinny or bones at all. i literally cannot imagine how I'd look skinny. and I fucking hate it. the issues should have been worse when I was younger, maybe that would've fucked my brain more and I could have done something right with my life.

going to attempt to get away with wearing long sleeves until May hits. hopefully the scars will be faded more by then.

failure failure failure failure failure failure failure failure failure failure failure failure failure failure failure failure failure failure failure failure failure failure failure failure failure failure failure failure failure failure failure failure failure failure failure failure failure failure failure failure failure failure failure failure failure failure failure failure

“Way to high, I'm way too drunk

I'm not gonna cry from the things I've done”