haley bo baley four twenty

hmm i think i’d like to be dead forever please

repeatedly googling several variations of “are my friends mad at me”

was reminded of how my ex and i had a really lovely zoo date RIGHT before she broke up with me was that her version of giving an old dog a steak before it has to get put down

i’ll be at some of the absolute lowest points in my life and roll up to therapy/psychiatry appointments like “haha yeah i’m good :-) i got a little sad the other day but i’m okay :-)”

i feel like i was tolerable until around age 5 or 6 anything after that is fair game for HARSH ridicule

“have love for your younger self” bitch did you MEET her oh my GOD

i wonder what it’s like to look back on your past self and not want to construct a time machine to go back and strangle her

update i went but had to leave after only being there for like 20 minutes :)

sooooo much anxiety for an event 4 hours from now that’s supposed to be chill and fun kill me kill me kill me!!!!!!!

oh god my migraine meds may take away my migraine but at what cost. i’m so fuckin out of it rn

woke up this morning absolutely just wishing for death but then my best friend and i went for a walk and smoked and she read me an excerpt of the book she’s reading and now i’m wonderful im cured forever

god how come all the music that ‘saved my life’ is like. objectively bad

comic of me doing laundry yesterday

who else up thinking about how u just have a bunch of acquaintances and only 2 full fledged friends at most

every fuckin time i cry a little too hard at night i wake up with a migraine that can last the whole next day!!! awesome job, body!!!!!

gonna smoke a bowl instead of killing myself. follow for more #selfcaretips

i love being the most pathetic girl in the world it’s so awesome

been wicked depressed all summer gotta lock in for hot girl fall before seasonal depression rolls in too

“13 year old me would think i’m cool and hot and that’s what matters” that’s nice 13 year old me would probably off herself if she got a glimpse of this but yknow yin yang

screaming into the void and the void flips me off

no one looks at this acct (i hope) so i basically treat it like i treated my secret vent tumblr in high school

when u had a fun night but somehow you triggered a genuinely traumatic memory on your way home and now you’re working yourself up over fucking nOTHING ITS OVER ITS DONE WHY AM I FIGHTING ALOUD TO NO ONE ABOUT IT AND ALSO CANT STOP CRYING

“it’s too late for me” i think to myself knowing that one day in the future i’ll look back on that moment and think “i had plenty of time” and yet i am powerless to break the cycle

see this is why i can never kill myself i never know what taylor’s gonna do next

why am i the only one that doesn’t want lucy to change the fiaf album cover it was perfect :[

mcr was right, i AM just a sad song with nothing to say about a lifelong wait for a hospital stay

god the subway is so good, should i kill myself

CONCERTS ARE SUPPOSED TO BE FUNNNNN WHY DO I FEEL LIKE IM GONNA DIE OF ANXIETY ABOUT IT AND THE SHOW IS ***TWO WHOLE DAYS AWAY***

shits getting so bad i almost posted on reddit

why would he name it after my favorite drink like jesus christ