Sometimes I honestly think I don’t deserve to be happy and that every misery placed upon me is well deserved. And I don’t know how to change that feeling, or if I even should.

Trigger warning.

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tweezing:

the worst part about mental illness is that everyone eventually gets sick of your problem and stops caring about it completely

(via vold-e-mart)

Listening to loud music to try and drown out the voices in my head.

I am trying desperately to be okay. But I am failing. And it sucks.

I’ve semi-decided to try writing out my problems more. That means me whining to the internet. But I’ve got to put my crazy somewhere.