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amazingcaitisonfire:

Living in your own personal hell makes you wonder what it would be like to escape from that life even for a minute

amazingcaitisonfire:

Living in your own personal hell makes you wonder what it would be like to escape from that life even for a minute

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"Is it just a bad night or am I getting bad again?"

— I ask myself this all the time (via lonexwxlf)

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"How did I let myself get so fat ?"

— (via do-not-forget-to-forget-me)

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"Avoiding people. I avoid people that I actually like. I suppose that’s a phobia, but it’s also a habit."

— Morrissey, 1984 (when asked what his worst habit was)

(Source: smashing-yng-man, via leabrzz)

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i can’t stand feeling and being alone at school

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feels like i’m gonna have a panic attack when i think about being alone my whole life. i see no reason for anyone to ever want me. i’m boring, fat, awkward and my mind is fucked up. how is someone supposed to want to be with someone that thinks such fucked up things that i do. horrible horrible horrible.

i see no real future for me. i don’t see me in the future. not with anyone. i’m not even there.

i wonder what the people i know would think and say if they saw all the things here and everything that goes on in my mind.

saw a movie tonight. about a man helping a kid that saw ghosts. they talked all the time. turned out that the man was a ghost and he didn’t even know. the little boy did. since the beginning, probably. and it made me think: what if we think we are there, living and doing things, but in reality we’re not. we’re not anything.

made me realise that i feel like that. like i’m there going through the motions even thought i’m really not.

it hurts when i think about how my friends don’t need me. it hurts when they choose other people. it hurts when i always think i annoy them. because i probably do. all the time. and they’re just too polite to say anything.

there’s so much anxiety inside, feels like i’m going to burst, i haven’t cut in some time now, i don’t keep track because it reminds me of it and it’s not good to do it i know. so i don’t keep track.

because if i think about it, i think about why i do it and when i think of why i do it, i notice more and more of the bad things, like how i must’ve gained a lot of weight even though the scale doesn’t say so because i can see that i have and it’s fucking ugly ugly ugly ugly ugly and horrible and fatfatfatfatfatfatfat and the scale is lying to me

i need to stop before this gets too long, so until next time.

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jetbag:

one time i actually thought i had a chance with someone 

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"It’s easy for someone to joke about scars if they’ve never been cut."

— William Shakespeare, Romeo & Juliet: Act 2, Scene 2. (via sickenedfae)

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"I don’t. I don’t want anybody else to touch you. I’m silly. I get furious if they touch you."

— Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via observando)

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"Some people are so broken,
They get mad at you for being whole."

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juggernaat:

The problem with a history of depression and anxiety is that you can never know if you’re “just having one of those weeks” or if you’re sliding back down into those places you swore you’d never go again.

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just wanna slit my wrists and get it all over with

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zacffren:

i like being alone, not feeling alone

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my-disasterology-me:

Reblog if you undertsand or ever done this.~

my-disasterology-me:

Reblog if you undertsand or ever done this.~

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