All the cuts on my arms and legs feel like such a burden to hide

don’t be like me, be worse ❤

Everyone fu*king leaves at the end.

I wish my heart would just stop beating.

I’m so naive. I actually thought I was getting better.

That moment when you realize how you don’t have any strength left to cry.

One day this will kill me and I can’t wait for that day to come.

Why people replace me so easily?

I’m tired of acting like a strong person.