“My lover has depression. It’s the tremble in his voice and the voice within his sleep. It’s the shadow on his stairs and the stairs to his dark place. And when he cries I cannot breathe; for when it rains, it floods us both.”
— he can’t give up on this // A.S
Scars
I hate them.
I don’t want them on my body.
I feel destroyed.
I feel dirty.
I feel ruined.
I hate myself more and more every time I see them.
This isn’t me.
I wouldn’t do this to me.
But I did.
Yes I did.
But it doesn’t mean I want them.
I don’t want them, don’t you understand.
It’s so hard not to.
When you hate yourself so much to the point of wanting to hurt yourself.
When your emotions are about to explode and you need to release them.
When your scared of another depressive episode and need to numb your brain with the pain.
When you feel like you need to punish yourself for eating over your calorie limit.
This isn’t me.
But it is me.
And I’m sorry.
When you want to kill yourself and everyone around is like #same. And you have to be like no really. I want to fucking kill myself. I’m reaching out for help. Fuck
i just want to be in the stars. i don’t belong here.
How are you just supposed to forget about someone when they have given you so much to remember?
I SHIP THIS SO HARD.
Aaron Baker being the best boyfriend Callie has ever had
