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― Jos. (via menpale)
it’s scary how when i think of the future my mind immediately jumps to “youre gonna kill yourself soon anyways so you dont have to worry about it”
accidentally getting a pill stuck on your tongue when you’re trying to take your meds is like stepping in a puddle of liquid with socks on
Shit. I don’t know what to do. I can’t do this anymore. I can’t I can’t I can’t.
My mental illness is going to kill me one day and I’m honestly surprised that day hasn’t come already.
I’ve eaten dinner. WHY am I hungry. I can’t sleep for the hunger. So fucking done with meds.
I feel like I’m trying and trying but you just don’t want to know me anymore.
You have survived every moment of your life, even the ones you swore you wouldn’t. This time is no different; you will last.
