Promises of Happiness

A part of suicidal ideation or self harm no one talks about is the numbness to the subject that comes with it. I sit and scroll through pages and pages of cries for help, suicide notes and plans and feel nothing. No worry, no concern, no crushing feeling in my chest. Nothing. Those familiar feelings are now replaced with a strange familiarity, a kind of comfort that it’s not just me.

I literally hate myself :)

I’ll never stop being a cutter.

“The saddest kind of sad is when your tears can’t even drop and you feel nothing. It’s like the world has just ended. You don’t cry. you don’t hear. You don’t see. You just stay there. And for a second. The heart dies.”

Me to tumblr: i want to die, i’m so depressed