to those who doesn't understand what their life is worth:

have you ever fucked up your sleeping schedule just to talk to someone?

i used to fill every thought bubble with ideas of death but now i just want to keep your hand in mine for the rest of all time and now i never want to die

blank noise is an awful sound and it hurts my ears

if you are reading this, please put the sharp objects away, grab something to eat, read a book and forget about writing that last note. please, darling. do not end your life now, or ever.

the sight of you by my side in the morning is better than any sunrise.

anxiety fucking sucks. you unintentionally make yourself sad, you feel alone even when you're not & sometimes you don't even know what's wrong.

"look me in the eyes and tell me that you love me." "i can't. it hurts." "because you mean it or because you don't?"

if you're reading this, please don't kill yourself.