Lately it’s getting really hard to think about how much others will hurt if I kill myself. I don’t wanna hurt anymore. I’m tired of living because I don’t want to cause pain to others. Who is thinking about how much living is destroying me.
It’s always the people you would never want to hurt and care about so much that do the most fucked up shit to you.
don’t break my heart you live there
I don't wanna do this anymore
Just please...
Let me die
Let me end all this pain
I begged him to stay. Lost all my dignity in the process. And it still wasn’t enough.
“And I knew it. That’s the worst part: I knew it.”
— Marguerite Duras, The North China Lover (via wordsnquotes)
People be like oh you’re in your 20s you have a whole life to live but I already feel as if I’ve missed every opportunity and made all the wrong decisions and it’s just fucked now
I never thought that our happy moments could turn into sad memories.
i’ve been suicidal for so long that i’ve just been assuming i wouldn’t live even as long as i have so i never thought about anything long term and now i have no idea what i’m going to do and i’m more afraid to live than i ever was to die