My Miserable Mind

Summer shouldn’t exist, I already hate hot weather enough but like how the hell am I supposed to hide my cuts and scars without burning alive

the longing for a fresh open wound to stare at consumes me entirely

I don't wanna be here anymore, I'm so tired emotionally. I feel like I've gone past my best by date

The urge to cancel myself and just being nothing

I hate having a body, it's so high maintenance. Shower this, eat that, drink this, sleep that, it's all very stupid.

i feel like killing myself will make everything feel better.

One day I will kill myself. It's just a matter of time before I stop hesitating and finally follow through.

I envy dead people. They don't have to do all this anymore.

alcohol is easier to swallow than the fact i’ll never be okay

i know i am a weak person because every time something feels too hard i immediately think of killing myself to escape