When i was ten i pictured myself a popular, pretty and happy teenager. You know the kind, goes out to parties and has a perfect loving boyfriend and gets good grades.

So why it that now i’m 16 laying on a mattress soaked with my own blood, contemplating taking my own life and poking the purple bruises on my thighs from the strange boys who i let kiss me in the back of their car with lips that taste like cigarettes.

the illusion of teenage years (via darling-your-my-demon)

g2gxsuicide:

Why are people even following me like i’m a loser you can do better than this.

g2gxsuicide:

Why are people even following me like i’m a loser you can do better than this.


(via danger)



smilethroughtears96:

"Everyone’s happier with me out of the picture."

smilethroughtears96:

"Everyone’s happier with me out of the picture."



Some friends don’t understand this. They don’t understand how desperate I am to have someone say, I love you and I support you just the way you are because you’re wonderful just the way you are. They don’t understand that I can’t remember anyone ever saying that to me.
Elizabeth Wurtzel (via onlinecounsellingcollege)