untitled
utsubo:
“i was doing so good i made it 3 days without a blade on my skin and then i messed up last night
im sorry
”

utsubo:

i was doing so good i made it 3 days without a blade on my skin and then i messed up last night

im sorry

I took twelve laxatives I think I’m gonna die.

everyone loves a laxative induced shit

mirro-r:
“ fitspo blog!
”

mirro-r:

fitspo blog!

but clearly she makes you feel like shit

and i dont make you feel like shit

so stop FUCKING talking to her you complete SACK

I am changed because of you. my very essence, my soul, my heart. I don’t know how you did it but your mind intrigued me. I poked around, found some stuff and fell in love with you. I cannot listen to music, I cannot read a book, I cannot have a singular thought without realizing that you placed it in my head. my music style changed, my opinions changed, my whole brain pattern, even my sleeping pattern. I tried so hard to make you as happy as I could, tried to make you realize that I am not the same as her. I mean honestly you said so yourself you’re not the same around other girls as you are around me. and now just when I let myself completely fucking fall for you, you’re gone. and it hurts so much. I miss talking shit with you, I miss my Friday nights at yours, I miss your mouth. I miss your lips and your hands and the way you always fix your hair. I don’t know what I did wrong, but it’s just another confirmation that I will never be anything that anyone wants. you didn’t even want to have sex with me.

fucking crushed.

I can’t even cut myself cause its summer. I don’t even have any laxatives.

feel shit.

all the time.

dont wanna eat

dont wanna sleep

just wanna be with you

smoking

talking

kissing

you make me feel horrible

and amazing.

youre a walking contradiction.

i can’t figure you out yet.

im close, but not close enough.

just please, give me

something.

anything.

just another pos about how much I love you and wish I could do something or anything to make you feel the same and not be afraid of getting hurt. I wish you were awake right now cause I’m lonely.

fakeville:
“sounds like a plan
”

fakeville:

sounds like a plan