nobody at all

get out of me, get off of me, get away from me, get so very far away from me

cut and rip and tear and snip and bleed and bleed and bleed and bleed and bleed and bleed and bleed and bleed and bleed

please god just treat me with some care and tenderness that's all i ask for

why does it always hurt

i want to desecrate this ground with blood and vomit and all of my entrails

WOW I WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT

having minor visual hallucinations bc im entering a depressive episode. hoping it isn't a psychotic depressive episode, a bit worried as im also experiencing psychomotor agitation. i hate being so aware of everything im experiencing

i don't have the emotional space for this right now but i need to be here for you. i refuse to not be here for you. i will bear it because i love you 🫂

i want my blood to soak into everything, i want it all to be the same color as my pain

i like that this space will never be clean of me

i like the way it splatters and stains things when it hits the ground

drip drip, drop drop

why ask me something you aren't ready to have a conversation about

i can't take this guessing game anymore, im tired of guessing whether or not you love me, whether or not you wanna keep dating, if you actually wanna do the thing im asking if we could do together. it makes me so anxious andnuncomfortable

im so tired. so tired, so tired. so tired. so tired. so tired. so tired. so tired. so tired. so tired. so tired . so tired . so tired. exhausted.

can somebody just blow my shit smoove off please

how the fuck am i even supposed to feel about that

i want to die so fucking badly right now

i also can't stand to be alone too long or around other people too long and i just. wanna cry constantly. all the time. i don't know how much longer i can keep this going, it's getting too heavy

painfully horny and lonely

honestly, ive been cutting again for a while. it's the only thing that stops thw hurt for even a moment, i don't know what to do

every day i wish those bullets hadn't missed me

i hope my blood looks pretty, spilling all over the floor

im probably more useful as a corpse anyways

i don't think that im important to anyone, i don't think if i vanished anyone would even look for me

why do people care about me. why can't i just release myself from this pain?? are they faking??? do they love me???? i don't know, what do i do please help PLEASE

why am i even alive. my existence doesn't serve anyone, i don't matter. i don't deserve to be here or to know anyone i know. i don't deserve the air or sunshine

i want to cut myself open to see what the blood looks like flowing and pooling out of me