It’s sad to think I’ve grown so used to this by now..I’m used to waking up wishing I was dead..I’m used to hating food.. I’m so used to hating every inch of myself.. I’m used to hating this family.. I’m used to being used like a lap dog..I’m used to crying alone at night.. I’m used to being left alone and abandoned.. I’m used to being worn down until I’m completely burnt out.. I’m used to being the ugly one. The fat one. The retarded one.the annoying one.the worthless good for nothing fuck up no one wants...I’m used to thinking of ways to kill myself..I’m used to wishing a I was dead... I’m so used to it all..that there are weeks I won’t cry while wanting to slice myself apart..that I don’t think I could exist any other way...it’s sad to think I’m so used to this disgusting existence...
I’m so fucking sick of being treated like shit over and over again simply for existing it wasn’t my choice and I’m really doing my best
Clarice Lispector, from “Miss Algrave”, Soulstorm: Stories (tr. Alexis Levitin)
i am a mistake. i am a complete mistake. i am the regret that people confront. i am a complete waste of time. i ruin peoples lives without ever intending to. this is who i am.
“Before you can love someone else, you must first love yourself.“ Bullshit. I loved you till the bottom of my heart. And while loving you, I had these fresh selfmade cuts on my body.”
— fightingborderline
I’m thinking of reasons why I liked you. It’s because I didn’t think bad about myself when I was talking to you, I didn’t have the urge to cut when I felt your touch on my skin, when I saw your smile and heard your laugh I felt like everything was going to be okay. You were the perfect distraction and now I have nothing…
~ via @missblack22
“Being emotionally neglected all your life is so damaging in so many ways.”
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“You suffer because you got too attached. How could I be so dumb. It’s my fault for making my happiness dependent on someone elses attention”
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“i’m sorry that there was always a storm in my mind, even on the sunniest of days, im sorry”
— E.S., things i wont say to him (via la-m0rt)