*When I first started reading fan fiction for the first time* Me: Oh My God! They kissed! What am I reading?! *blushing so much* *me now* Me: oh look it’s smut *reads it all without reacting at all*
Person teaching us fire safety: Remember, smoke inhalation kills in 90% of the cases, it’s very fast and you’ll pass out before you can feel any severe pain so watch out and stay safe!!
Me, a suicidal bitch, who has been searching for an easy, painless method of suicide for years:
Mood
thought so too until today:)
thigh boi squad
My thoughts
It would be better this way.
I block out the voice that tells me not to eat when I’m in certain social situations
Cause the little part of me that can still enjoy things wants me to get better
But when I’m alone, all I’m left with is this heavy, painful feeling of regret
I didn’t even need to eat, I don’t deserve it, not when I feel sad and especially not when I feel happy
Two minutes of lost control and I managed to go 1000cal over my limit. That’s who I really am. A failure. Even at self harm all I am is a failure
My insides itch and I want to rip every bit of meat off these ugly bones.
So I kind of left audacity running while I took a shower.
That awko taco moment when you feel depressed and lonely in a room full of people that you know and love. Wow, i sure do love me some festive season depression!