People need to stop guilt tripping suicidal people. We feel enough guilt from our brain telling us what pieces of shit we are. Guilting us by saying we’re going to cause heart ache to those around us is unproductive. Instead of wanting me to stay alive due to your selfish reasons try and help me stay alive for myself. Just like cancer is part of the body attacking itself mental illness is the brain attacking the body and most of us who are suicidal or end up going through with it didn’t do so willingly. We lost a battle with our own brain. Please be kind and careful when talking to suicidal people like we try and be kind and careful to not hurt you with our feelings. We don’t want to hurt others. We are fighting within ourselves whether to release ourselves from such horrible pain or continue trotting on for the sake of others. We try our hardest. We’re not all successful. And while it’s heartbreaking when someone loses a battle to depression it isn’t their will or desire to hurt others. It’s this yearning to finally find inner peace, and it’s the body’s way of obtaining it.
Reblog if your SICK of these things:
FAT thighs
FAT stomach
FAT arms
FAT face
FAT hands
FAT calves
FAT knees
FAT hips
FAT EVERYTHING.
I just want to be skinny…
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Andd this is why I cut myself off from everyone and no longer reply to messages :)
Friendships/relationships are exhausting, and I’m starting to wonder if its even worth it anymore. I’m the only one who tries anymore. I’m the only one sending the first text, I’m the only one who initiates hanging out, I’m the only one who cares. What’s even the point?
Does anybody know the app name?
I'm over 3 months "clean" but, in Valen's name it's been difficult.
Same
Cant remember how my arms look like unscarred. It feel like I always had them.
Fr bro
i never fucking asked to be here
“Teach me how to feel this skin without wanting to tear it from my bones.”
- Skin and Bones
05.04.2019 08.51
I hate my fucking body. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I hate it. My voice is too high, my chest too big, my face too feminine, I miss the Adam’s apple that I’ve never had, and I’m bleeding my guts out. Why can’t I bleed to death? I don’t want this body, I wish I could get rid of it.
What the actual fuck. It's fine man. They don't know your story so please don't take it to heart.
Some kids saw my cuts on my wrist and started making jokes that made me for sad and uncomfortable. This happened on Monday.