I Should've Brought My Blades With Me To School Today. I Was So Close To Putting Them In My Bag Yesterday

that sounds so bad. im sorry I just want a place to bee without having a feeling of constantly being watched and perceived. I'm sorry I just want a place to ramble and vent and whatever. oh god I feel bad I'm bad I'm bad I'm a liar i feel like a liar

genuinely want a skateboard and learn how to to do but like, I'm too fat and out of shape for that.

high on anxiety my thoughts make no sense and too many too fast wanna find a way to get a gun and shoot myself or I'll just try od-ing when I get home

i hate this I hate this I hate this

I need someone to just talk anything and random nonsense to or I feel like I'll explode maybe im just overwhelmed but I'm also really pissed today

fuck people I hate them I hate them all

i don't know what I wanna do I don't know what to do I wanna just spill blood or random thoughts

mind is being vaguely religious again

can I really call this crying? when all that happens is my eyes well up with water and only one or two tears fall and they don't even make it far before it stops.

i’m such a “i want your attention” but “won’t bother you” kinda person

1hr ago me was wrong btw

what an unlovable thing i’ve become.

im so tired. again. and again. and again.