I don’t deserve the air in my lungs. I don’t deserve the beat in my heart. I don’t deserve the blood pumping through my veins. What if I ended it all? Would anyone mourn? Probably not. I have a razor, I know where to find pills, I know where father hides the gun, and I have a rope. The question is to die now or die slowly from life’s pain.
Okay. Wut. I’ve never had a problem with blood but I’m laying here and the blood is coming out of my arm and I just got really dizzy just of the sight. That’s great.
unidentified-dysphoria: betrayed-by-a-band: katara: im in a mentally abusive relationship with myself im also in a physically abusive relationship with myself no one could ever hurt me as much as i hurt myself
Sometimes when I suck in all my disgusting fat, I close my eyes, and stop breathing. Sometimes I wish it would last. Partially wishing the thinness part would last. Partially wishing the not-breathing part would last.
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