I’m just happy for Paul. I want him happy. He never deserves any of the shitty things that happened to him.
He has a girlfriend that would do anything for him, a baby cat, a house over his head that is his, I just want everything to be okay for him. He deserves happiness.
Spent part of my night bawling my eyes out on a porch in the West Side.
I just need to breathe. Everything will be okay.
I can keep hitting my thighs so they bruise but it doesn’t help. Even if I did relapse I would just have a shitty life and disgusting cuts to clean.
Anonymous said: youre gonna be ok. things are going to be ok. people love you. youre gonna feel good again soon. <3
Everything fucking sucks you can only keep saying things will get better for so long. Everything keeps getting worse.
When it rains it pours doesn’t it?
My job sucks my car is broken I am poor I just want to cut I can’t work out because my foot is broken nothing works for me and now this.
I don’t even wanna be here anymore. All I have is my friends.
I’m sitting outside in a neighborhood I’ve never been in crying my eyes out but why would someone come see if I’m okay.
I finally went through Instagram and all of my photos on my phone and erased every trace of Luke.
It’s really scary to acknowledge how close I have let myself get to someone again. He could destroy me and I am giving someone that trust again after everything I have been through.
He’s worth it.