THE BITCH KILLED BEAUTY.

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casey.14.Melbourne.

I’ve stopped feeling, thinking, living. I’m not safe, I don’t care. I want to die. 

I want to just go away and never have to exist again.

I cry, but it doesn’t mean anything any more. I gain no relief from it. 

Some things help, cutting. But nothing has a long term effect. 

I don’t think I want to get better, it’s consumed my mind, this depression has. 

So please, let me die.