Inactive account from my stupid middle school edgelord phase. I might be fucked in the head but at least I'm not still dumping quotes about depression on this wasteland.

If you're some edgy teen who happens to stumble upon this account, take it from someone barely 2 years older than you (probably). This shit's not cute. It's not aesthetic black and white images bony girls with dark eye makeup or words plastered across pictures of crows in a stormy sky.

It's sleepless nights because your body is eating itself to survive. It's parents crying because their child is dying. It's sitting in your room and suddenly it's dark outside and you don't know where the time went or what you were doing. It's intrusive thoughts, contemplating what would happen if you just... jerked the steering wheel. Grabbed that knife. Jumped. What would happen? It's mental breakdowns because you can't stand being in your skin any longer, because you lost control and ate an entire cheesecake last night. It's hell. Not in a "kawaii daddy satan" kind of way. It's shit that will haunt you for the rest of your life.

So please, stop with the edgelord charade and go live your life. Don't be me. I didn't believe people when they told me I'd regret it. I should have. Don't repeat my mistakes. Learn to love yourself and your body enough to feed it, take care of it, try for it. Don't let your inner demons get the best of you. You're stronger than you know.