July 2011
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All I want to do is die.
June 2011
38 posts
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Anonymous asked: I cant get the picture into the box to paint on it in the paintbrush app
thealphabetboys asked: As do I. And I'm not saying that to make yours any less, I just mean that it'd be easier for me to try make you feel better than someone who hasn't experienced things like this :)
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thealphabetboys asked: Yeah, like, look after you.
someonestolemyinnocence asked: hey there. i simply just wanted to say , i understand. our reasons may be different, but i understand. if you need to talk ever, post on my tumblr. this may seem strange from someone you don't know, but i think it's actually easier.
thealphabetboys asked: I actually just want to mind you.
Anonymous asked: http://endlessfever.tumblr.com/post/6403107693/did-this
how did you draw on it? I cant figure out how to get the colors on it
how did you draw on it? I cant figure out how to get the colors on it
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I find it kind of sad but no matter where I go, what I am doing, who I am talking to, I will always without a doubt look at their skin for scars. If their sleeve goes up, I stare intently at their arm, if their pant leg moves, I scan their flesh for the tell tale signs. I am horribly disappointed when I don’t see anything, no soft pink lines, or angry red slashes. I want to touch...
No, I'm totally cool with being alone. Totally....
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Thank God for new razors.
I want to scream and scream and scream and scream.
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crazysadisticandsuicidal:
Itchy cuts are itchy.
Always the worst part of the healing process.
Anonymous asked: hey; how're you?
Everyone is telling me to get better. But I can't...
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Thank you for making me feel weak, and useless....
Thank you for the scars.
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I think the butterfly project is utter bullshit....
Bitter BitterBitter BitterBitter BitterBitter BitterBitter BitterBitter BitterBitter BitterBitter BitterBitter BitterBitter BitterBitter BitterBitter Bitter
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Oh therapy can you please fill the void?
I was hospitalized in April when it was found out that I was suicidal and that I self harmed. I was only there for a week but it felt like a year. The first day I woke up there I thought that I could finally get better, finally become normal. I could stop self harming, I could be happy. By the third morning I didn’t want to wake up anymore, I couldn’t deal with them staring me down,...
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Love is like a weed, mistaken for a flower.
Twas the end of spring break, and my girlish figure was ruffled and bloated with the bountiful spoils of seemingly endless food. Exercise was no where to be found, not that I had tried, or even bothered. Fuck working out. I didn’t need a social life. The computer held all the answers to questions in my head. The only problems was that the internet itself waited for no one. Thus I was trapped...