Do you still care, or do I sit here running in place with my hands in my hair?And what if I said my friends hate my guts, cause all I talk about is how it was?So do you still care that I still wonder who you’re with and where?I just want to speak,

Do you still care, or do I sit here running in place with my hands in my hair?And what if I said my friends hate my guts, cause all I talk about is how it was?So do you still care that I still wonder who you’re with and where?I just want to speak,

Hyperdicrotism

I Just Cant Take It Anymore.

Talk Is Cheap.

Don't Be Afraid, Be Alive.

No One Can &Quot;Fix&Quot; What's Wrong With Me, And I Can't Do The Same To Any One Else Either. I Just Want A Friend To Be Lost With.

In The Arms Of The Angel

Salvad0Rable: I Write Things On Paper So I Don’t Forget I Write Things On My Hand So I Don’t Forget I Draw Stuff On My Arms So I Don’t Forget I Slash Cuts In My Wrists So I Don’t Forget

My Bones.. So Beautiful

Living The Dream

Heartmeanseverythiiing: This Is The Best Thing I’ve Ever Seen On Tumblr Ever Ok

My Mom Knows My Arms And Legs. Maybe I Should Find A New Place To Cut. Stomache? I Think Hips.

Reblog If You're A Girl Who Likes Girls, A Boy Who Likes Boys, Or A Person Who Believes It Shouldn't Matter.

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