The holocaust was next I’m sure
(Source: anarchymydear)
Me talking to my stepdad: Hey, can you give me a leg up for my bareback flat class?
*Stepdad throws his stepdaughter over the other side of the horse*
(Source: likes-boys)
Nothing seems to bring me joy anymore, I feel like I don’t know how to have fun lately.
I’m slowly turning into an emotional wreck. A few days ago, I hid under my bed and cried, it was more like sobbing. The ONLY person who found me was my brother, and family was searching the whole apartment to find me. They didn’t do a good job of searching everywhere.
Lately anything that ticks me off, even if just slightly, I either explode or cry. I feel extremely vulnerable, and I recently learned that I like to give myself bruises on my legs. I need help, and I can and I will ask for it, but I’ll do nothing afterwards. I just bottle it all up, and wallow in it. Never moving forward.
(Source: ggrint)
(Source: peterandtink)
