sick pup

i hate how fast i get attached to someone

i’m not even that good of a person

i overthink therefore i suffer

some days i’m just surviving my own head

once you start cutting it’s hard to stop

“I have been half in love with easeful Death…” — John Keats, Ode to a Nightingale

abandonment issues are turning “i’m going away for a few days” into “this is the beginning of the end.”

there’s a special kind of sadness in knowing someone can make you feel safe while still having a life that moves without you.

the sting of a fresh cut >

i hold onto people like a dying flower holding onto sunlight

i keep looking for proof that i’m loved but keep finding reasons i’m not.

half of me is reaching for you, the other half is waiting for you to leave.

i love taking 3 xanax’s and smoking a joint. numb my brain numb my brain numb my brain

don’t leave razor blades around me. my temptation to take them gets really high

nothing has even happened yet and i’m already preparing myself for the loss