baldung

This sense of longing is fucking killing me

I watched you choke on your own vomit until you were blue in the face, why couldn't you do the same for me?

Everything's fine:)

Something about nervously swallowing with your head leaned against the wall

One bottle will not hurt ⏺️⏺️⏺️⏺️

Fuck the progress I've made. Back to the fucking version of me that kept me safe and outta my feels

Having to drink instead of shoot up is getting old. I fucking miss the prick. I miss the instant fucking relief as soon as it hits my vein. But nope. I'm expected to stay off of it because I can't fucking disappoint anyone. Hitting myself is not fucking working, scratching myself is not fucking working.

It makes me feel so guilty when I feel jealous of my best friend. Yeah, he's got worse anger issues and when he's cold, it feels like you're living in fucking Antarctica, but...he just has all of his shit together. He's comfortable with himself and knows who he is. He's wiser than most people. He's always mature and goes about things respectfully.

My heart is so heavy tonight