I wish at school they would talk about depression, anxiety, eating disorders, and self harm. Not just bullying. Because sometime it’s not people that make us feel like shit, it’s ourselves.
YES SOMEONE FUCKING SAID IT, YES.
"What am I for you? A friend? A pal? You fuck your buddies? If we continue, we have to do it right.”
Rust and Bone (2012)
[new text message/ 3:16 am]
I just drove 16 hours. I need to see you.
[new text message/ 2:09 am]
I’m drunk and I know I told you I didn’t want this anymore. But I want it. I want you. I’m sorry.
[new text message/ 12:13 pm]
Maybe if I could kiss you one more time everything would be alright.
[new text message/ 8:07 am]
Fuck. I shouldn’t have let you go.
[new text message/ 4:02 am]
Are you up? I miss you.
[new text message/ 4:05 am]
[new text message/ 5:16 pm]
I saw something that reminded me of you and my throat caught fire.
[new text message/ 12:22 am]
I wish you were here.
[new text message/ 3:17 am]
I need you. Please call me back.
it is taking every bit of me to resist reaching for the closest sharp object and right now the only things holding me back are the promises i made and the fact that i’ve made it this far, clean and untouched.
but it’s getting bad again. i know it, i can tell. don’t tell me that things will be okay in the end. right now they aren’t and don’t. don’t expect me to be all rational about it, because trust me i would if i could, but i just fucking can’t, alright?
i can’t and i hate myself for it. so fucking much.
so done with…this