arguing with my boyfriend is the worst thing ever, all i do is let people down. urgh i want to self harm
Two tiny angels on my shoulders. One on left and one on right. They speak good and they speak ill. Dressed in red and dressed in white. Robes and halos, horns and pitchforks; interchangeable. Often times it’s three or four, five or six little angels dancing, dancing on my shoulders, whispering,…
Maybe I’m pushing people away, maybe I’m the reason no one feels like talking to me. People are starting to notice that I am not very important, maybe that’s what they need. I don’t mean to hurt you, and I don’t mean to breathe. Its not by choice.
I am just waiting for someone to tell me that they don’t want me here, that they never wanted to be friends with me and that I should kill myself. That might give me the push I need.