this is what it looks like. god i hate this. how could i become so fucking disgusting.

the only constant in my life is being used. it’s the only thing that feels natural anymore.

even in my death i am taken. as my eyes fall out you make them look into yours.

he’s taken everything.

i am so easy to throw away. i’m never as important to people as they say i am and everyone’s always too important to me. i love her so much, but to her i was just someone to use and be ashamed of. this body will never amount to anything other than a cheap toy for others to play with and quickly get bored of. it’s never perfect. there’s always something to fix about me. no one will ever love me the way that i love them. i’m so tired of not being good enough even when i give everything i have.

maybe some people are really made to be all alone.

i blocked the last man that groomed me. it hurt.

he keeps coming back and i always let him. im so weak.

me after my dad comes in and wakes me up yelling at me about hiding things and that im proof that he failed as a parent i want to rip my eyes out im so tired of being the family disappointment 😍

i wish i could just be a good sweet girl I WISH I COULD JUST BE GOOD INSTEAD OF THIS SICK HUSK

i can only make vent art with crayons 😌🧚‍♀️✨

HES TALKING TO ME WHYWHY IM GONNA PUKE HES GONNA RUIN ME AGAIN

i feel so sick hes always in my head hes so scary

my brain wen i drink one (1) sip of a milkshake from my friends because i dont wanna be rude but then ion know how to calculate the calories for one sip of somethin so it ruins ur count for the day 😔😔✋

let me beathe without feeling guilty you’re crushing me just kill me please stop