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the-diary-of-broken-me:

So I relapsed and don’t really care. Yes I feel like a fucking worthless piece of shit but at least I feel better. I was a crying mess and felt immediate relief when I sliced my hip up. Soon enough I can start at my wrist again once winter shows up. Fuck recovery. I’m done trying. I like the way I’m living now because that blade and those cuts bring me the relief I need, I know it isn’t healthy and that I’m beyond fucked up that I feel better with blood running down my leg, but it’s what makes me happy. So I’m sorry. I’m not going to recover any time soon.

You are my 3 AM thoughts.
six word story (via fearlessknightsandfairytales)
sicklysatisfied:

♡ Cause you and I, we were born to die ♡

sicklysatisfied:

♡ Cause you and I, we were born to die ♡

whysosad-everyday:

this-smile—is-a-lie:

this-smile—is-a-lie:

And i hate myself for this..