Sweet Misery♥
Seventeen. Canadian.
THINGS I SUFFER FROM:
Extreme depression
Severe social, general, and separation anxiety, mild OCD.
This is JUST where I write about my feelings, vent about my depression, and share stories about my self harm.
If you want to talk about your own issues my ask is always open, I always try my best to help.
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Days clean: Back to 0...
Since we were still friends I didnt tell you but I cheated on you oh and practice getting on ur knees and blowing u whore and drop out bitch get a life lmao and do something with it no wonder your parents dont give a fuck about you you pathetic little skank. Learn any guy that wants you is cuz of your ass you flat chested slut lmfao. You total physcho bitch go kill yourself you suicidal slut! Please just fuck off and leave me alone. bye slu bag hope next guy learns early.
Part of a text I got from my ex last night a while after I broke up with him cause it was long distance and he lied to me countless times..
So if anyone is wondering why I slit my wrists down to the bone tonight, show my parents.
I really want to cut. I really want to cut. I really want to cut. I really want to cut. I really want to cut. I really want to cut. I really want to cut. I really want to cut. I really want to cut. I really want to cut. I really want to cut. I really want to cut. I really want to cut. I really want to cut. I really want to cut. I really want to cut. I really want to cut. I really want to cut. I really want to cut. I really want to cut. I really want to cut. I really want to cut. I really want to cut. I really want to cut. I really want to cut. I really want to cut. I really want to cut. I really want to cut.
It’s been 2 fucking months and all I want to do is cut.
Just as I get back with my ex, he starts his nonsense again.
He’s being a little bitch and last night was the second night in a row that I fell asleep after crying so hard I made myself throw up. I think he’s bipolar, and he does this shit to my mind I just don’t understand. I know I shouldn’t put myself through this but he’s the only one that understands me.. He’s the only one I have.
On top of all the shit I’m going through with my family, my depression, anxiety, and dealing with my self harm I’m being told I’m not going to graduate.
Fuck school, fuck this, fuck them, fuck everything!If my family doesn’t see me as a total waste of time as it is, now I’m a failure.
I’m done with this shit, my heart is just so tired..
Someone save me, I’m hanging on to my last thread of hope..
I swear to god, I just can’t do this anymore.
I’m not going to graduate with my class and it’s killing me, I’m failing half my classes and I’m trying SO HARD to pick up my marks but I’m killing myself with stress and I’m making myself physically sick. Migraines and throwing up, not being able to sleep, crying 70% or each day.
My anxiety is ruining my relationship, my home life is a total mess, my family is falling apart, I have no friends left, I’m really trying to fight my urges to cut, I’m physically and mentally ill..
I just want to curl up into a ball and die.
I notice more people with cuts now than I did before I began self harming.
Does anyone else notice this, or is it just me?
Resisting my urges to cut has to be one of the hardest battles I’ve ever fought in life.
Is it really that shocking that “someone like me” is bisexual?
Nobody believes me, they think it’s not true because I’ve never been with a girl or told anyone. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with being attracted to both sexes and being proud of it.
There’s nothing wrong with being a girl and appreciating a woman with beautiful, sexy, natural curves.. unnfff.
Who’s with me?
"It’s the feeling of not being good enough. For anything. Not living up to even the most basic of standards. Expecially the standards I have for myself."
my life story (via itsalwaysfair)
Things are starting to look up for me..
I’m back with my ex but I’ve never been happier. He’s treating me like a princess and he’s fixed all his own problems and he’s lost his anger/abusive ways.
Except now my whole family is pissed at me and hasn’t talked to me, I’m still failing school, I still have urges to cut even though it’s been a month, and my anxiety is still going strong.
