anziety

i always will….

it’s one of those nights again. the kind where you can feel the sadness and anxiety in your stomach. the kind where you want to yell and scream and cry because nothing is okay and you aren’t sure it ever will be. the kind where you stare at your scars, wanting to make more. just to feel something other than this ache. it is nights like this that make me terrified to keep living.

I’m going to have to live my whole life sad, aren’t I?

Something inside of me has died and I can't bring it back to life. I feel really bad right now.

I want drugs I don’t want to think anymore I don’t want to be able to move my fucking body I want to pass out I want to die I don’t want to do this anymore I’m so tired