I hate realizing that this is it. this is life. I only get one chance and I’m spending it crying over food, hurting myself and unable to get out of bed some days.

i don't argue anymore i just say "ok"

i am addicted addicted addicted addicted to anything that distracts me. i cannot deal with my own thoughts, memories, emotions. i dont want to think about myself or my life or anything at all related to me. 

When I say “I hate my body” I don’t mean “oh I’m a little insecure about my belly” or “I could lose a few pounds” I mean I have physically repulsed by it. It’s horrifying and upsetting to see. I wanna crawl out of my skin.

i want girls to question their sexuality over me and boys to fear me and animals to love me

manifesting 🕯

toxic mothers are wild they'll really be like "I never said that" like ma'am yes you did cause it's been ingrained in my head since I was twelve

I don’t want to get older

i’m terrified

I'm strongly starting to believe that life isn't meant for me.

not to be dramatic but being yelled at makes me suicidal