I can't stay clean any longer.
Never afraid of dying. Just afraid I haven't been alive enough.
I wish the mind was as self-healing as the **body
Mom woke me up this morning, asking me what's wrong. I turned away and she started sobbing. Not because of work, financial issues, stress or anything. But because she saw my fresh scars as I was sleeping.
Breaks my heart.
Those words were the worst thing I've heard in a very long time. I guess hurting is better than feeling nothing.
Your smile is the only thing I have to feel alive. You're funny, caring, amazing and perfect in my eyes. Oh god how I wish you were mine.
But can't express anything.