“It’s Tough To Get Out Of Bed; I Know That Myself. You Can Lie There For An Hour And A Half Without

A part of suicidal ideation or self harm no one talks about is the numbness to the subject that comes with it. I sit and scroll through pages and pages of cries for help, suicide notes and plans and feel nothing. No worry, no concern, no crushing feeling in my chest. Nothing. Those familiar feelings are now replaced with a strange familiarity, a kind of comfort that it’s not just me.

Fuck. When did it get to this

I begged him to stay. Lost all my dignity in the process. And it still wasn’t enough.

I can’t imagine a future. It feels as if I’m not meant to be here

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

-12:34 AM

“The world doesn’t seem like such a bad place when I’m with you.”

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D.S

(via thelovenotebook)

Mental illness took so much away from me, sometimes I wish it would have taken my life as well

No amount of talking about it is going to make you love me. None of it will make you reply to me. No matter what I do to distract myself, it will not make a difference because you’re all I can think about all the damn time, each second of everyday.

I only want you, but you don’t want me.