i’m fucked up and that’s why i’im so alone
no one wants to be with a depressed suicidal teenager with anger management with scars and bruises everywhere and a terrible past with a side of an eating disorder
(via p3n1s)
I hate those moments right before you’re about to fall asleep, when you’re truly alone. Everyone else in the house is quiet and you’re the only one awake. I think of everything ive tried so hard to forget, mostly those few months right when school started again last year. I think of everything, my head is so busy. Why can’t I have these thoughts during the day? But no, I’ve never been more wide awake than during those moments. That’s why I hate sleeping. Because I dread those few minutes just before. Maybe it would be better if I didn’t sleep alone every night. But I do.
I think it’s funny how certain songs and shows make me break down and cry. Brings back bad memories that I’ve always tried to forget about, but just can’t…
