Hello!!!

Long time not post :P

For those who follow me and enjoy following me. Please be advised that I started a new page that I will be using strictly for reposting, posting my freestyle writing and using it more a s therapeutic platform. So please feel free to start following me at OuijaZombie :)

Anyone else feel as though the only time they are somewhat okay is when they are asleep or intoxicated?

That all you strangers know more about my suffering and pain than any of my friends and family ever will. You get deep descriptions of my anguish and they receive a fake smile.

I’ve been having a hard time again lately. I wake up and life is so dull. People tell me to put myself first but I hate myself so how the FUCK would that help. I am so ready to start self harming again or go back to my eating disorder just so I can feel some kind of temporary happiness. My only temporary bliss at the moment is the kind thought of ending my life. I want to scream and ask for help but I know no one can help me…I am permanently and irreversibly FUCKED.