Gahhh.
imlexiihateyou:

couldabeenaking:

last one i swear

You’re perf ok <3

imlexiihateyou:

couldabeenaking:

last one i swear

You’re perf ok <3

This was our song, I&#8217;ve listened to it almost every day since it&#8217;s been over and you probably don&#8217;t even care.

This was our song, I’ve listened to it almost every day since it’s been over and you probably don’t even care.

Well there are some new scars now.
Reblog if you would care if I killed myself.
He’s mad at me. She’s mad at me. They’re all fucking mad at me.

While here I am, getting random calls from some fucking weirdos threatening me and threatening my friends just because of one person. How can a person who says that they love you treat you this way? If you loved me, you clearly wouldn’t have told me all those things, you clearly wouldn’t be sending your big black friends to “stomp my head in”, you fucking hurt me to the point where I was ready to give up. I wasn’t going to live in this world without you but we’ve lost you, we’ve all lost you. Those drugs made you different and now the Dylan I knew is gone. I moved on because you changed, he’s better for me than you. Now he’s mad at me and I don’t know what to do and then my best friend is mad at me too for reasons I don’t know so I can’t even talk to her about it. I don’t know what to do, I think I’ll go curl up in a ball and die.

these-insecure-thoughts:

145. “It scares me how depressed I’ve been lately, not because I’m scared I’ll kill myself, but because I can’t kill myself while I am still this fat. I don’t want to be remembered looking like this.” - Anonymous

these-insecure-thoughts:

145. It scares me how depressed I’ve been lately, not because I’m scared I’ll kill myself, but because I can’t kill myself while I am still this fat. I don’t want to be remembered looking like this.” - Anonymous

Why do you have to be a dick when you’re with your friends… It hurts.

Those nights where you just sit in your room and cry. You cry because you’re afraid. You cry because you’re not good enough. You cry because you just feel so completely alone. You start to slowly fall asleep and pray that tomorrow will be a better day. But it’s not. It’s the same as every other day.