forevercrazy1321
The thing that hurts the most is the fact that I lied to myself. I wanted things to be good so badly that I made up things to gloss over the bad parts. I know that sounds stupid, but that’s exactly what I did. I actually believed it too. To want is a bad thing sometimes. It gets people hurt. It got me hurt. The world is a lonely place and people will go to great lengths to find someone whom they can be with. Someone who doesn’t think that they’re a creep. Just wanting to be able to talk to someone, that want will make you do some nasty things to yourself.
Henry Rollins (via perfect)
forevercrazy1321
7impossible-things:

diary-of-a-dead-fuckup:

In the top left corner you have depression, isolating you from humanity, telling you you’re worthless and making you feel vulnerable.
Next to her is anorexia. Skinny and evil, she is made of bones and tells you not to eat.
At the fridge is bulimia/binge eating disorder. Binging and possibly purging, she makes you feel gross from all you ate.
In the bottom left is anxiety/suicidal tendencies. Alone, scared and helpless she turns to drugs to end your pain…either for a little while or forever.
At the right of the table you have self harm. Constantly whispering, providing “relief” and telling you it’ll all be okay. If you cut deeper. Evilly enticing you until the pain stops.
In the middle, is yourself. The only one with human eyes. Surrounded by your demons.

Can we just. Please.

7impossible-things:

diary-of-a-dead-fuckup:

In the top left corner you have depression, isolating you from humanity, telling you you’re worthless and making you feel vulnerable.

Next to her is anorexia. Skinny and evil, she is made of bones and tells you not to eat.

At the fridge is bulimia/binge eating disorder. Binging and possibly purging, she makes you feel gross from all you ate.

In the bottom left is anxiety/suicidal tendencies. Alone, scared and helpless she turns to drugs to end your pain…either for a little while or forever.

At the right of the table you have self harm. Constantly whispering, providing “relief” and telling you it’ll all be okay. If you cut deeper. Evilly enticing you until the pain stops.

In the middle, is yourself. The only one with human eyes. Surrounded by your demons.

Can we just. Please.