this has been stuck in my head for a while because i can relate to it so much
she paints a pretty picture, but the story has a twist. the paintbrush is a razor.. and the canvas is her wrist.
I’m going downhill
At first, I thought my life was awesome. I thought guys liked me, people wanted to be my friend then today in the bath I just broke. I don’t know why. I just reflected on all my break ups, mess ups, and just started crying. I think looked at myself and decided I would go [..more..]
29-11-11(2:45:37)
im falling down an abyss that i wont be able to get out of. depression is a f***ed up thing. just sitting in my room thinking about things that happened today and i keep looking at my razor blade. i want the blade to run slowly across my wrists and ill love every second of [..more..]
03-08-11(11:21:43)
I’m going to explode. I have no one to tell anything to. I know there are people who want to help me, but I don’t want to burden them. I can feel the pressure inside of me building up. I’m going to reach for that razor soon I know it. I’m going to slash away [..more..]