The sick thing about putting my hand through that window is it erased my recent urges to self harm, at least a little. It felt fucking good to hurt. I’venever been a cutter but that felt so fucking good and I hope I scar. I love scars. I love physical evidence that I have hurt. It’s so good.

The absolute worst feeling in the world is not knowing what to do.

This isn’t really a vent but why do I always wanna eat PB+J lately??

I’m crying I’m so happy I can still read I can still read I CAN STILL READ!!!!!

Lowkey hate saying my old girlfriend’s name but if I don’t no one in the Seraph chat will know who I mean :^)

Like I know saying her name won’t summon her again but What If

I’m really, really trying… I don’t understand what I’m doing wrong.

I can’t even tell if I’m making a negative impact. Or any impact at all.

I feel like I’m failing you.

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I need a new tattoo, an orgasm, and a good nights sleep.

Not to be Like That but I wish I was beautiful and smart and strong and healthy so I wouldn’t wake up at noon feeling like part of my soul is dead and I’ll never amount to anything.