temporary home

my blog where i can do whatever the fuck i want and people i truly know hopefully won't see, and ask me if I'm okay.

If I killed myself right now, I wouldn’t regret it one bit. I can’t do it. I can’t take getting up in the morning. I can’t take facing school. I can’t take the failing grades. I can’t take the verbal abuse I get from my so called fucking friends. I don’t even care if no one cares about me, I can’t fucking do this. You could say the sweetest things to me in the world, and it wouldn’t change a thing. This is inescapable. I don’t wanna do it anymore, but I keep living, because it’s a punishment. It’s a punishment because I fail at even my own suicide attempt.

shutupyouredead:

imfallingt0pieces:

Exatly how i feel!

holy fuck, gpoygpoygpoy

(Source: devils-den)