I guess I fucked up last night, I didn’t know we’d have an argument. But honestly, over something so fucking stupid. It pissed me off though, that you were talking to someone else. I can’t believe I actually got jealous.. ugh. Why couldn’t you have just told me that you were talking to someone else instead of keeping it a fucking secret from me? whatever, maybe I just expect too much..
you make me angry and sad at times, but I’m glad you still stuck with me. no matter how stubborn I get, no matter how bitchy I get, no matter how childish I am at times, I’m glad you’re there for me. I know some of my posts here seem like I don’t love you, but I do. I’m glad we met, and hopefully we’ll visit each other over the summer. I missed you so much, and missed talking to you, we didn’t talk as much today, but I love how by the end of the night, you can make me so happy. i love you, Sam. <3
Cut again tonight.. don’t know what the hell is wrong with me. I just wish I didn’t have to be like this. I’m tired of always being sad for no reason. Tired of living. I know I’m loved by many people, but I get the feeling that I’ll never be good enough for anyone. I’m worthless. I just have this feeling that I can’t do this anymore. Like I can’t go on.
I don’t cut for attention, okay?
I know I’m hurting the people I love when I do this, but fuck, I’m already hurt. I feel like I’m dead inside. I cut because I need something to remind me that I’m alive, to remind me I’m actually there. When the blade goes upon my skin, it’s this sensational feeling, it helps me know I’m there, breathing.
this is fucking precious ugh
it’s fucked up how many people on tumblr are alone and sad and having panic attacks in their room while their parents watch TV and how most have had a relatively normal childhood yet there’s a boom of depression and ED’s and mental disorders and it’s dumb how we’ve turned into a generation labelled as reckless but we’re only reckless with ourselves