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I don’t want to eat, because my digestive system is collapsing, I don’t want to work because my arms are disintegrating, I don’t want to be here because I don’t want to die here
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I can’t eat anything my throat is on fire I don’t have a place I can be alone my hands are broken the cold is worsening and I have to sleep in the same room as my stupid fucking brother on my two days off from destroying my body. I can’t take it I just can’t take it
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If I was more honest about how I feel It would probably lead me closer to that great end
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I just think if I am to die this is an incredibly sad place to do it
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I don’t care about work. I don’t care about here. I can’t care about the world. I can’t stop bleeding
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