but fuck… i need somewhere to type out thoughts and feelings. My world is falling apart. I’ve gotten death threats. I’ve gotten hate messages, i’ve lost my number one passion. the thing i loved the most. Im shaking as i type this. I’m trembling. holding back tears, holding back the pain. 

i’m kinda numb by now. but at the same time, any mention of it just kills me. holding back tears. staring at my past. at what i did. at what i used to do. 

self harm was my go to. contemplating suicide happened a lot. and now i’m back in that dark dark place. I fucked up. I know i did. it hurts. but this makes things 10000 times worse.. god what i wouldn’t give to just go away.

I still send people asks even if their blog is inactive. Maybe they’ll come back and remember me

Like, I love her. But I can’t handle her. She never does anything wrong. But I do all the time. According to her at least. And I can’t handle it. We fight all the time. She cries all the time. She yells at me a lot. When I talk sternly to her to get my point across she gets even worse. I just can’t do it. I can’t.

rbcages:

it scares me how temporary everyone/everything is

(via emirenae)

Awful.

You know who you are.

I miss you. I unblocked your number.

You’re so much to me, and I fucked it up

I’m sorry

You don’t have to forgive me

I broke your trust.

Just know, I’m here if you do need me.

Yes, you had a miscarriage. That sucks. I’m sorry. But you don’t need to post those pictures on Facebook. Especially every year on that day. I’m this close to reporting it. That might be the most disgusting thing I’ve ever seen.