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✨🧚‍♀️ Who else has to live with an overly paranoid bipolar mother? 💗💞

We need more yami kawaii bitches.

Mentally ill AND daddy issues? Who would’ve guessed?

I hate my sisters, you’re probably thinking "Nooo, you don’t hate them you just dislike them.".

No, I truly despise them. While my mother is killing herself worrying about them, I’m the one suffering.

I can’t get the proper attention, education, nor can I get the sibling love I so fucking want because of them and their selfish behavior.

At what point does "I want to kms" actually become a problem instead of a joke?

Is it bad I genuinely plan on killing myself in the future?

Like I know most of y’all are joking about it, but I’m seriously considering it.

✨ I may be retarded. But I’m retarded and depressed. ✨

Sitting here by myself, eating a chocolate cake. Feeling like a fatass. 😜

I’m so fucking tired of being hypersexual.

What people don’t understand about it is it’s a NEED.

I clean myself up just to go at it again, and again, and again.

It’s all I can think about, I just want it to end.

I feel like a goddamn disappointment.

I want to go out and do stuff, make friends.

But what if I embarrass myself, what if I say something weird, what if I’m just that ugly?

I want to die. I want to fucking kill myself.

I’m so tired of feeling this way.

Unpopular Opinion

Self-diagnosing is invalid.

It can spend false information and harm the people who actually have said disorder.

(Just look at the "endogenic systems".)

Does anyone have any self-harm tips or advice?

I really wanna cut but I have a huge blood and vein phobia.

(Plus a overprotective family)

I find myself so funny.

Because I’ll post about suicide and wanting to kill myself, then my next post will be cute lil chibi art about my special interest.

Having venephobia is fucking hell. I can’t even look at my body because I can see my goddamn veins.

Having impaired empathy is fucking hell. Like I see all these people and victims upset and crying over Hurricane Helene and I really don’t care.

I know I should and I want to care, but I don’t. 🤷

Oh my god, I’m almost nineteen. I wasn’t even supposed to make it to fourteen.

I don’t know what I’m doing nor what I want for life. What the fuck.

My kitchen is being upgraded and I've been without hot water for four days, but it’s fine because I'm depressed and I wasn't going to shower anyway.

About SH

Cutting is such a weird thing to do.

Like, why would hurt people hurt themselves further?

It’s not like you can transfer the pain from your mind to your body.

That’s not how it works.

It’s not a real solution.

You only temporarily forget about the storm inside while you focus on creating one on the outside.

Then, as the pain slowly finds it way back, it comes back stronger.

Amplified by the guilt and anxiety that floods your mind in proportion to the blood running down your skin.

It’s addictive.

It’s like a drug.

You know the effect will wear off.

It’s a temporary fix, but in the moment it doesn’t feel temporary.

For a second you let yourself believe it will last, that it will be different this time.

But the feeling of relief always fades away, only to be replaced be even more chaos.

Every. Single. Time.

I have no reason to live but no energy to kill myself