i gave my razors to
i gave my razors to mrs. morrison on thursday, and i’m glad i did. she’s been helping me through this more than anyone else has even tried
why the hell am i
why the hell am i even alive. people who i thought were my friends are fucking with my feelings. fuck the world.
My anxiety is slowly creeping back. The urges to cut are slowly creeping back. I feel so gross and disgusting.
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smoking that green. it's a Rasta thing.: But there’ll also be people who will be worth every second of your...
But there’ll also be people who will be worth every second of your time. Friends who pick you up from your moments of depression. Friends that will listen to every single one of your rants, because that’ll all you need, someone that will listen while you release everything. And then insist that…
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