Talking to normal people makes me realize how fucking different I am and it makes me feel so bad. I’m an outcast. I fit nowhere. Everyone at least has someone. The only person I’ll ever have is myself.

I am so emotionally numb, like there is just this emptiness that can't be filled. And I don't know what to do about it..

They say time heals, but now I know that’s a lie. What people really mean is that you‘ll eventually get used to the pain. You‘ll forget who you were without it. You‘ll forget what you looked like without your scars.

How did no one notice that there was something wrong with me?? That i was sick and actively hurting myself??? I showed all the signs, but no one cared!!! No one cared enough!!

I don’t remember last time i felt truly good, i just remember times when when it was bearable enough that i didn’t wanna slit my wrists open.

I’m my own hell

I hate everything about me

I relate to the phrase “chillin like a villain” because it shows that I’m calm but also ready to sin

I might be having sex this week so I need to somehow be thin by then