February 2012
15 posts
i hate everything and everyone fuck you. and you. and you. fuck this. and fuck that
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i miss you so much i saw you in my sleep you came back but the dead don’t come back i will always remember you
sex is fucking addictive. i’m so lucky to have a friend who isn’t disgusted with my scars and doesn’t care that i’m completely fucked up. friends with benefits is the best thing ever
Love The kind that kills and scars And make you...
nothing helps. neither people nor pills. here I am again. depressed, full of hatred, in suicidal mood and with my old friend bulimia standind behind my back and ready to capture me with its tenacious hands.
reasons why not to kill myself tonight: none.
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thank you for triggering my ed, bitch. go fuck yourself
fuck your pain away
sex with a guy was such a disappointment i’ll just keep sleeping with girls. they’re much better
felt rejected — carved crosses into my thighs i’m covered with scars and cigarette burns. fuck my life
i want to drink the pain away. or cut it. or binge it, purge it, snort it all away. or better fuck the pain away. that would be great now. sex without feelings is all i want
