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depressed depression sad suicidal suicide anxiety alone self harm self hate cut cutter cutting cuts sorry angry thighs scars wrist razor failure blade blades disappointment everything is my fault

I'm a mother and grandmother as well...

I'm fine. I'm a teenager pushing her tears aside, I'm the girl sitting next to you. I'm the one asking you to care. Your your best friend hoping you'll be there.

i don't know if i've said this already or not BUT thankyou all for 2.4K ahhh! xoxoxo

marielxhearts: “liquorinthefront: “darksilenceinsuburbia: “Ambivalently Yours There are two things that anonymous feminist artist Ambivalently Yours does really well: hand-written notes of.

You cannot find happiness in the same place where you lost it.  It's not a ring.

It's not there, you can't find something that doesn't exist. However, when you let go, and move on, you end up blessed with the greatest thing that ever happened to you. I love you baby.

Was it fun for you? Watching me fall apart little by little from all your lies, cheating, betrayal and broken promises? You knew it was killing me. But did you care? No. You just sat back and watched me slowly die. Because you're a selfish, self absorbed shady fucked up piece of shit. Go fuck yourself. I hate you.

Was it fun for you? Watching me fall apart little by little from all your lies, betrayal and broken promises? You knew it was killing me. You just sat back and watched me painfully fall apart.

I wish I could give you my pain just for one moment. Not to hurt you but rather so you can finally understand how much you hurt me.

I wish I could give you my pain just for one moment. Not to hurt you but rather so you van finally understand how much you hurt me Stringfellow I wish you could see just for a moment.

I've had this exact thought throughout my whole life. While everyone around me is taken care of, I think I was made to be on my own.

And Then I Think That Maybe I Was Designed To Be Alone. I've had this exact thought throughout my whole life. While everyone around me is taken care of, I think I was made to be on my own.