"you are what you eat" i don’t remember eating a huge disappointment
i am so jealous of all the people who are comfortable with who they are physically and mentally
I know I’m recovering, but there are still times my skin itches to be ripped apart. There are times I think about killing myself. I mean, I wouldn’t put a bullet through my brain, I guess it’s just because I want a break, an escape. I want to get away from the war inside my head, and sometimes I feel like I won’t unless I’m dead.