perfectfeelings:

“Isn’t it scary knowing that any time could be the last time you talk to someone?”

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robinsmentallyill:

I don’t care about all the music that I haven’t heard yet.

Or all the sunsets that are coming.

Or all the experiences.

I don’t care that people will “miss my smile”.

I’M TIRED. And I CAN’T CONTROL IT.

My body feels like a prison. My chest is empty. My head is going to explote.

I can’t think. I can’t be awake. I can’t watch anything. I can’t pick clothes. I can’t look at myself in the mirror. I can’t get help.

I’m stuck.

biyaself:

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satansinmyhead-deactivated20200:

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