February 2012
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I want to go back.
Back to that night I sat on my bed, staring at my phone as you sent me text after text, telling me I should die.
Telling me how to die.
I want to go back, and finish what I started. I hadn’t cut in years, until you. Now I die a little bit more each day, and I blame you.
I want to go back, and push a bit harder, cut a bit deeper, bleed out on my comforter and vanish, to spare myself all...
January 2012
Fuck it.
I’m going to bed.
TMI Tuesday, ask me inappropriate, personal,...
According to astronomy, when you wish upon a star,...
That star is dead, just like your dreams.
“A riot is the language of the unheard.”
– Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. (via erikangstrom)
I want to get play piercings. Just for the pain.
I’m not cutting anymore. I’m done. I’m just not doing it.
The problem is I’m hopelessly addicted to pain. If I go too long with out it, I get nervous, somethings wrong. The past seven months have been… unreal. That’s the only way I can describe it. He won’t raise a hand against me (not like you did). Not even an unkind word (do you remember what you...
