The heart wrenching story of the destruction of my happiness. I have issues, just as I have strengths. Sadly, though you will soon know me better than anyone you will never learn my name or who I appear to be in real life.
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Please don't read if you are easily triggered or if you are easily offended. I never said this would be pretty.

 

I took another batch of laxatives. I just want to be thin. I want to be loved. I want to be sick. I want someone to care. 

Ask me, please:

○ = Your name.
☺= One phobia.
♬ = Favorite song.
§ = How do you feel?
☁ = Tumblr crush.
♠ = First person to follow you on tumblr.
♧ = Hot or cold.
☆ = Favorite food.
☮= Your inspiration.
☼ = Your first URL.
☻= Are you happy right now?
Þ = Favorite film.
♣ = Lucky number.
ϟ = The song you are listening to right now is…

✖ = Make me choose:
Singer: ________ or ___________?
Book: ________ or ___________?

(Source: me-rock-and-cigarettes)

Laxatives…. how lovely. 

andasblog:

it’s funny how i won’t believe what anyone says about me until it’s something negative

Is she happy she has finally destroyed the last piece of me left? Is she glad that If I kill myself in the next few days, her name will be the first in my letter? Is she overjoyed, with ruining the one thing I could have been happy for?

Will it make her happy if I kill myself?