impulsive suggestions

the love of your life is in your bedroom. he cares more about you than anything. lock the door and bash your head into the mirror. wait for him to start trying to get in before taking the shards and gouging your own eyes out. then you won’t have to see your pathetic ass every day.

do it pussy. and do it right this time. you know that new kitchen knife your mom bought? take it to the bathroom and slit your wrists. bathe in your pretty blood and wait for your family to find your pathetic limp body.

TELL HIM HOW YOU LOVE HIM UNCONDITIONALLY. TELL HIM HOW HE MAKES YOU FEEL LIKE SHIT ON A DAILY BASIS BUT YOU CAN’T LEAVE BECAUSE HE’S YOUR WORLD. TELL HIM HOW HE TRAPPED YOU AND YOU’D RATHER DIE THAN BE WITHOUT HIM.

go ahead. let him touch you again. let him take what he wants. then take what you want. dig your freshly done acrylics into his neck and rip his throat out.

do it. take the knife and cut off your fat fucking stomach. watch your disgusting bits fall off around you. lay in the blood like the fat pig you are. maybe if you’re dead you’ll finally be pretty.