(Source: you-killled-me)
(Source: worlds-secrets)
(Source: hold-me-when-im-scared)
I’m afraid…for the first time in months I’ve thought of cutting….I’ve thought about tearing my skin apart and just crying. I can’t take this. I can’t take trying to trust someone. I can’t take falling apart. I can’t take knowing everyone I love, loves someone else. I can’t take all the hurtful words. I can’t take seeing my scars and knowing I have to explain them to someone and watching their face. I know nobody will ever love me because of them. I can’t stand the thought of someone never loving me. I’m afraid. I’m terrified. I’m just going yo be a forgotten, wasted teenager like everyone else in the world….I’m nothing special….and I’m relapsing :(
(Source: different-path)
(Source: mister-self-destructive)
You almost lose your “best friend”. You spend all weekend getting a drunk slut off your boyfriend. You then come up with a long apology about what happened with your “best friend”, who almost packed everything and left town in a day without saying goodbye. And yet, it was “one of the best weekends in a long time”? Yep. Totally fucking makes sense. If all that shit happened to me, I would definitely say that this weekend tops all the other weekends when I had friends over and we drank and had fun and there was no drama. Ugh. What the actual fuck.
