I don’t want to make any promises. I want to cut and smoke and harm myself. All of that is going to be pretty damn impossible now. I know I deserve what I’m doing…I know its for the best. I just wish he would too. No one can fix me. I’m broken.
i want to get help.
i want to be forced swallowing pills.
i want to swallow so many pills, till i forget who i actually am,
till i forget how gross, ugly and disgusting i am.
i want to swallow so many pills, till everything looks fine to me.
till i don’t see anything bad in life anymore.
when i cut,
i dont do it to die.
i do it to let the bad shit out,
and to watch the blood.
but at the same time,
i wouldnt care if i went too far.
ya know?
I’m going to kill myself. Maybe not tonight or tomorrow. But sometime soon.
I just have nothing to live for.
I can’t do this. I’ve fallen too far down. This depression has taken over me.
I’m sorry.
http://itsyourchachigonzales.tumblr.com/post/23253222460/there-comes-a-time-when-you-have-to-stand-up-and →
“There comes a time when you have to stand up and shout: This is me damn it! I look the way I look, think the way I think, feel the way I feel, love the way I love! I am a whole complex package. Take me… or leave me. Accept me, or walk away. Do not try to make me feel like less of a person, just because I don’t fit your idea of who I should be and don’t try to change me to fit your mold. If I need to change, I alone will make that decision. When you are strong enough to love yourself 100%, good and bad — you will be amazed at the opportunities that life presents you.”
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