Imagine Bleeding Out In The Garden Of An Old Castle While It's Snowing.

i feel simultaneously not mentally ill enough and too mentally ill for shblr

my range of emotions go from “it’s scary how much i feel” to “it’s scary how much i don’t feel”

Whenever I get upset it's like it doesn't even matter. It always "You don't know how to take a joke" "You're being sensitive"

Oh, but if I did the same? I'D BE THE FUCKING ASSHOLE?!

how can somebody love the disgusting thing i have become?

don’t you want to torture me ? please , just carve into my skin and watch my blood leave a pool of warmth and love . brand your name into my flesh with an iron , leaving a permanent mark of ownership . hear my screams before shoving me head underwater , that’ll shut me up — won’t it ?