If i cut you with a very sharp item and lick it to trigger it more would you hate me for it?
who the fuck are you
bro why the fuck am i so fucking anxious all the time
i don't think a better life is waiting for me, i think this is all there is
if im so special, why am i a secret then?
Hold a knife to my neck and tell me how cute I'd look gurgling on my own blood
The moment you actually start thinking about suicide again after being okay is so painful
devil couldn't reach me so the universe placed me in the same situation over and over again until I learnt my lesson.
I can stop whenever I want, stop fucking telling me that I have to stop bitch.