I Begged Him To Stay. Lost All My Dignity In The Process. And It Still Wasn’t Enough.

thank u dad for the irreparable psychological suffering 💓

I hate myself so fucking much.

Everything and everyone would be so much better off if I wasn't here at all.

I will never have purpose, I will never deserve to live.

I shouldn’t still be here.

I don’t want to be.

I don’t want to be here anymore.

The worst part about anything that’s self destructive is that it’s so intimate. You become so close with your addictions and illnesses that leaving them behind is like killing the part of yourself that taught you how to survive.

“it scares me to think about how i’m only alive because i don’t want to hurt the people i love”

— that’s the only reason (via depresseddisneyprincess)

Live, not just survive

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“Maybe if I was good enough you would have stayed.”

-12:34 AM

“I mean, sometimes remembering can really destroy you.”

— Benjamin Alire Sáenz

How am I supposed to succeed at life when on most days my best is getting out of bed. I have no energy to work towards anything. Showing up is my best sadly. But how do you explain that to people.

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