Why do I have to do this to myself. I love him I do, but I’m not in love with him anymore. I’m not happy. I’m in a different part of my life and I need to do what is best for me. Right now, I need to sleep. I’ve been putting it off for way to long, but I suppose I did that to myself. I really want to get my blade out. Really badly, and I just might. I miss it’s sharp kiss. And it’s warm red. Nothing to bad, just a cut or two. That would be good enough for me, for like a month or a few weeks. A few cuts here and there never hurt anyone. Not enough to kill them anyway.
Every single person needs to reblog this. No, it will not ruin your blog, it will make it a million times better.
So much respect. And sadness. He’s trying so hard to stay strong.
i’m tearing :/
wow
No, no, this is horrible. You see, the flag will go to the husband or wife of the deceased soldier as next of kin. This flag is going to the son.
Both of his parents are gone.
im crying this is so sad
jesus christ, i hate war
I’m crying. :(
Don’t pretend like you understand what it’s like to drag a blade across your skin and watch blood slither down and around your arms. Don’t pretend you know how it feels to scream at the voice in your head that caused you to reach for the fucking blade again.
Don’t tell me anything about self harm, because I guarantee I understand it a little more than you. Because I do it. But that’s my little secret, and that’s why it sucks so much.
Message me what you think of me, wanna know, already know, about me. Go! (It can be anon) Let me know if you dont want me to post it also
I never thought pain could be so satisfying
destroyrebuild-until-gays-show:
but i don’t want to quit
Those of you who are debating whether or not to self harm for the first time. Please don’t. Message me instead. Put that razor down. I wish I had someone who would’ve said that to me before I did. Now I get bullied for it everyday even though i cover them up. I believe in all of you too power thru this. The blackness in your heart wont last forever, i know its tearing you apart but its a storm you can whether. Imagine having kids in ten years. What are they going too say “Mommy, Daddy how did you get those booboos?” and what are you gonna say? That you were so sad you had too cause yourself physical pain. Think about how much this will affect you. Stay strong lovelies.
