^{Uhh, so I might tell my mom I’m bigender, later today. Probably won’t, but there’s a slim chance. Text post no one will read.}

Oh my sweet greasy jesus. Having laxative poops when you’re drunk of your ass is horrible. Emotionally, not physically. Crying so much.

^{I think I’m making progress. But I’m only basing that on the fact that all I’ve been doing today is fainting, dropping things, and generally ruining my surroundings. Can’t find this game I was looking for, decided to mope around instead of looking any further. My head hurts but I have a cuddley kitty.}

^{TODAY, I cut. And ripped out a bunch of hair. And dyed my hair back to black because my root outgrowth was nearly two inches (my hair grows so quickly, what even). And possibly accepted my gender issues. I think.}

^{I used to have so many friends,}

     ^{But then I lost my mind}

^{Might as well have killed myself,}

     ^{I’ve died so many times}

^{Now they all just stop and stare,}

     ^{Or quickly look away}

^{Because I’m just that crazy girl}

     ^{With scars on all my veins}

^{Pushing you away:}

^{It’s my forte}

^{C’est la fucking vie}

^{Just let me kill me}

^{I don’t matter, anyway, so I guess I’ll say:}

^{I’m sleeping with a plastic bag duct taped to my face}

^{Tylenol and Depakote,}

^{Razor blades,}

^{Corrosive acid,}

^{Nooses made of hospital bedsheets}

^{Lets see which one takes the cake}

(Source: crystalmask)