Andrea ♥

Just because I smile for you doesn't mean that I wasn't thinking about cutting my wrists open at the same time.

My mind screams “i hate myself”. My wrists scream “cut me open’”.

I'm that much of a failure that I can't even fucking kill myself

I wanna fucking die  I don’t really wanna die, I just need someone to be there and tell me what to do in life because I fucked up and I don’t know how to fix it myself

I hate days where I'm basically having an emotional breakdown and I want someone to reach out and help but honestly even if someone did reach out idek what I'd want then to do

no matter how many layers of clothes i wear, i am still unable to hide this absolutely disgusting, repulsive, mortifying, rotting sack of fucking meat i call my body !! (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧