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I've actually been told this before though it's hard to believe that someone would stick around because of me. I'm more than just "happy" that they did.

I've actually been told this before though it's hard to believe that someone would stick around because of me. I'm more than just "happy" that they did.

Depression. Omg, if you could only understand how true this is.

Depression. Omg, if you could only understand how true this is.

I can't bear to look at myself anymore. I have failed as a husband and friend. I will never know a love as good as yours, you will always be my one and only.

I can't bear to look at myself anymore. I have failed as a husband and friend. I will never know a love as good as yours, you will always be my one and only.

Black and White depressed depression sad suicide self harm cutting anorexia sadness darkness my head I HATE MY LIFE selfhate anorexia nervosa im ugly depressions i hate me im fat dark place i wanna die bulimie

Black and White depressed depression sad suicide self harm cutting anorexia sadness darkness my head I HATE MY LIFE selfhate anorexia nervosa im ugly depressions i hate me im fat dark place i wanna die bulimie

Wanna kill yourself? Imagine this.. You come home from school one day. You’ve had yet another horrible day. You’re just ready to give up. So you go to your room, close the door, and take out that suicide note you’ve written and rewritten over and over and over. You take out those razor blades, and cut for the very last time. You grab that bottle of pills and take them all. Laying down, holding the letter to your chest, you close your eyes for the very last time. A few hours later, your…

Wanna kill yourself? Imagine this.. You come home from school one day. You’ve had yet another horrible day. You’re just ready to give up. So you go to your room, close the door, and take out that suicide note you’ve written and rewritten over and over and over. You take out those razor blades, and cut for the very last time. You grab that bottle of pills and take them all. Laying down, holding the letter to your chest, you close your eyes for the very last time. A few hours later, your…

Every time I think I'm getting better, I just end up getting worse than I was the time before.

Every time I think I'm getting better, I just end up getting worse than I was the time before.