you don’t know me this doesnt exist

things get better. it just takes time. have faith in yourself and that the person you'll be in ten years will be someone you will love with your whole heart. its not always easy and people will drive you to the point of exhaustion but know that you're enough, and you are loved, and you will make it. you just have to wait out the bad parts and the good times will come to you.

six. six months. half a year.
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          it makes me want to die.

i’ve sprained my wrist and i find that i don’t care about the pain. i want it, in truth. i feel like i deserve it.

i read everything, over and over again, in an attempt to torture myself.

headache.

now it’s two, and i feel like i never knew you.

It’s not livin’ if it’s not with you

It’s been a month, but it feels like five years.

I drive everyone away. I hate myself.

“I’m gonna- I wanna fucking KILL YOU!”