I Wish You Knew How Bad It Fucked Me Up

Bring up how people don’t reciprocate your energy and watch them guilt trip you for giving them things they “didn’t ask for.”

well well well if it isn’t my own mental illness coming to mentally ill me

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

Overthinking the idea of “unrequited love”.

im so tired of just surviving and living day by day. will i ever get to be alive and live a life im actually proud of? or will i just endure this misery until i cant anymore?

Some things break you so fucking bad that you spend the rest of your life wishing you hadn’t survived it. Because death would be better than the pain you have to live with everyday