#sharm

i'm not even mentally ill or anything. like i'm not diagnosed with anything i just. want to die

i always kinda miss how the scars used to look on my wrist

hung out with him my sleeve falls off without me realizing i see him looking down and i realize im cooked then the next day he drunk texts me about how he doesn’t wanna lose me and doesn’t want anything bad happening to me…that’s suspicious

This is the only platform that I have, where nobody knows me. Nobody I know personally follows me. The only platform I can use where I can admit that I’m so fucked in the head that it’s so hard to breathe. I feel like I’m trapped under water, breathing through a straw. And cutting is the only thing that gives my lungs the relief they need.

i hope i die in my sleep

icl ts pmo bru yhu don een no mi kuh my life’s lowk falling apart sybau lyke talk bout sum ts ts pmo bru sybau