h0fflepuff27:

I can’t take a pill without thinking about overdosing.
I cant cross a street without wanting to jump in front of a car.
I can’t shave without wanting to slit my wrists.
I can’t walk along high things without wanting to jump.
Every moment, every aspect, every vision of my life is changed by this depression and it’s killing me. It’s made me weak and vulnerable and these thoughts are winning

(Source: cut-and-puff, via bodycrackedlikeporcelain)

"i am full of anxiety and daydreams.
i am built from bad poetry and diet pills.
i am a puddle of liquid fire. i am
my own worst enemy.
i am weighed down by words i’ll never say
and calories i shouldn’t have eaten.
i am either too clingy or too detached,
too loud or too quiet,
too serious or too blithe.
i am a paradox with skin and bones
and i’m trying to be okay with that."

someone asked me to talk about myself. i didn’t know what to say // c.u.t (via anarvosa)

(Source: vaffancculo, via paleboneintrovert)