“Unpopular people long to be popular,
Poor people long to be rich,
Suicidal people are slightly different,
We think we’re nothing, but all we want is to be even less.”

– Apathy-to-Entropy (via apathy-to-entropy)

“Pain snowballs, of course it does, it’s not always that it’s worse, there’s just more of it.
And it doesn’t take long to see the doctors and hospitals run out of tricks.
And as the pain gets more painful, sadly,
The help does not get more helpful.”

– Apathy-to-Entropy (via apathy-to-entropy)

(Source: 0ueen, via jakowokaj)

On Love, Sex and Death.

  • Him: Why haven't you found a girl yet? I'm sure you could find someone who looks passed *Gestures to scars* those.
  • Me: Shouldn't I find someone who loves me for them? Not in spite of them.
  • Him: We'll sure. That'd be great. But I wasn't talking 'bout one-true love. I was talking more "short term" loving.
  • Me: If I didn't think someone could help me with all the love in their heart, I don't think a night feeling the lust in their bed is going to do much.
  • Him: Then shit, I dunno, go out, look for Mrs. Right.
  • Me: Why would I make someone else watch as I sink even further? Self destruction isn't much of a spectator sport.
  • Him: But what if she could save you? I mean really save you?
  • Me: But who would save her from me? My heart, my mind. They're filled with poison. Should I share either with anyone too deeply...Some things just can't be changed. Some things can't be saved. I've lost enough of myself to know what my mind can do to people.

(via jakowokaj)

My best friend held me shaking in her arms as I begged her not to call 911, not to tell my parents. “I’ll be okay,” I promised through a trembling voice. To this day I still see shadows of the terrified expression she wore flash across her face whenever I seem anxious. When I slept over her house, she kept the medicine cabinet locked.

My mother had to pick up extra hours to afford my therapy. She came home each night with dark circles growing under her eyes like bruises. The only difference is that bruises eventually go away. When she brought me into work with her one night, all of her clients knew my name.

I met a boy who I shamelessly told all of my problems to. His back was breaking from the weight of my confessions and telling them to him didn’t even make it hurt any less. He’s in my gym class this year, and he only got a score of fourteen on the push up test. I think my heart stopped for a minute when he told the teacher it was because he has a bad back.

The people who love me tell me and when I stay silent they pretend it doesn’t hurt. I know it does because I know hurt. I’ve been hurt and I’ve hurt. Don’t you dare try to tell me I’m not a burden.

– I’m finally figuring out how to keep it all inside (via lamebby)

(via shrettz)

wtchcrafts:

i took some pictures of the stars earlier
wtchcrafts:

i took some pictures of the stars earlier
wtchcrafts:

i took some pictures of the stars earlier
wtchcrafts:

i took some pictures of the stars earlier
“I regret every suicide attempt I ever made.
Not because I tried.
Because I didn’t try hard enough.”

– Apathy-to-Entropy (via apathy-to-entropy)