i hit a styro + i cant figure out how to do it again. wtf.

just ordered a box of razors <3

me rn

I was crying in a bathroom stall and saw this on the side of it. I just cried harder lmao

TW: v3nt, m3nti0ns 0f $uicid3, s3lf-h4t3r3d, m3nti0ns 0f S3*u4l 4bu$3

It’s getting worse day by day.

I’m staring to feel the need of cuts, craving the sight of my own blood as a punishment. The things that helped me before, are not working anymore.

I often catch myself degrading my whole being, like as I am an outsider. The memories he made me suffer through are not fading at all, as the doctor has said they will.

Everything is useless. I’m staring to think If It’s worth staying alive or not at all. This is not the usual kind of post, this is much longer and deeper this time.

I’m counting the days I should stay alive but my pen is getting useless day by day. My body feels like It’s rotting with every breath I take and every movement gets me closer to the edge.

His hands made wounds that will never heal, but get nastier and nastier everytime I see them. I wish I never wore a skirt. Especially not that day.

I’m begging for the world to end me in any way. Give me the sweet release of this lie, this false reality. I don’t want to live like this no more.

I’m waiting for the lovely day of my death, the freedom from this suffering. Heaven or Hell doesn’t exist. Hell surely don’t. There’s no worse place than Earth itself.

The sour taste the pills, lefr on my tounge never faided since that day.

I wish I never decided to look that way.

I wish I never decided to go out that day.

I wish He didn’t call me sweetheart.

I wish He died.

tw mentions of self harm

okay but imagine 2d with a partner recovering from a sh addiction??

hmgfgddhfggdhh let me do some self indulgent possible self insert stuff for a sec

“Oh, darling….” 2d whispered sadly, running his thumb gently over your fresh scars. “I’m sorry.” You said, guilt setting in. Immediately, your boyfriends head perked up. “Y/n, you have nothing to apologize for. I’m just a little shaken up is all.” He said as he cupped your face. You both knew relapse was part of recovery, and 2d was always so patient and supportive every time.

“do you need anything? I could get you some water or something…” he trailed off. You simply shook your head. “Could you actually just hold me for a bit?” You asked. He nodded and wrapped his arms around you. “I love you so much. I’m proud that you’ve made it to another day, and I’m always gonna be here.” 2d whispered. You sighed softly, appreciating his support. A comfortable silence coated the room as you both sat there on the bathroom floor in each others arms.

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