Frrrrr
me at literally any minor inconvenience…
me: i want to kill myself
best friend: wtf?! why??
me: i spilled milk
best friend:…so clean it?
me: no, you don’t understand…i must die now
Weil es mich fühlen lässt
“I fall too fast, crash too hard, forgive too easily and care too much.”
— unknown (quote of the day 2)
I’m so tired of having to do this to myself. I feel so much emotional pain only physical pain can help.
Because I could tell you a million reasons of why I want to kill myself before I could tell one of why I don’t
This.
Everybody thinks I’m so happy.
And I’m like : « Ok, but I won’t show you my arms and my thighs. You won’t see me crying the whole night and fall asleep at 4am. Neither when I can’t breathe because of my anxiety. Neither when I go to the toilets to cry. Neither when I have a binge eating episode. Or when I throw up in the toilets. Neither when I put a fake smile on my face when I have to meet people. Neither when I wake up and think about dying. You will never see this part of me. »