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why is trying to get better so fucking hard

I can’t take a pill without thinking about overdosing. I cant cross a street without wanting to jump in front of a car. I can’t shave without wanting to slit my wrists. I can’t walk along high things without wanting to jump. Every moment, every aspect, every vision of my life is changed by this depression and it’s killing me. It’s made me weak and vulnerable and these thoughts are winning

i love laying the FUCK down and sleeping

repeat after me: fuuuuuuuuuuuck thaaaaat

my kink: getting a text back within less than 60 seconds

I really need to lose a ton of weight before I go swimming. I can't feel like a fat pig like every other year. I need to feel dainty and tiny. I need people to see me and be jealous. I need this.