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Too weird for normal dating spaces too normal for weird dating spaces
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Wish I never stopped cutting wish I’d started slitting my fucking wrists instead
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I might just do it tonight or this weekend who fucking cares anymore who’s gonna give a shit
No one I love could be paid to care
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Suicide plans are back on i can’t fucking take it anymore
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If I cannot be loved let me be the body someone falls asleep next to
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If I just killed myself I could really just be a useless corpse and leave it at that and never have to feel anything again
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Setting a date and just hoping I don’t pussy out
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I think that by sometime this coming summer I should be gone /srs
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I just know I need to try and die again before i turn 18
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I want to slit my wrists open and be gone I want to be gore and mangled flesh I never want to be recognized as a human being again. I want to blow my brains out on the wall. I want someone I love to hate me enough to do it themselves. Knowing you hated me enough to get rid of me would be better than this vagueness. I already know you don’t really love me. I’m not of particular importance to anyone. But I would rather be hated than nothing. I want someone I love to kill me. I want to kill myself and make them watch. I don’t fucking know what I want
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I think this summer I’m actually gonna fuvking kill myself
Get rid of the fucking problem and everyone will be so happy without me and my shit because I never learned how to be a good person and all I know how to do is bite
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What if I picked a date gang I don’t feel the need to stick around and live unloved I want to die and be mourned I will never be truly loved again in life not platonically not romantically none of it I will never be needed the same way I need someone else
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