suicidal ideation is crazy cause why am i eating a breakfast english muffin and thinking about blowing my shit smoove off. like nothing bad is even happening
the way that i could literally expose my ex for having a foot fetish is so tempting but i refuse to do it because i am a good person….but the feeling still lingers
been passively suicidal for most of my life & never Truly planned for the future bc i didn’t think i’d still be here but now it’s Here & all my bad coping mechanisms are catching up to me & idk what i want to do idk what im passionate ab & idk how to live bc idk if i ever started
when your life is just recovering and relapsing and recovering and relapsing and relapsing and relapsing and relapsing and relapsing and recovering and relapsing