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Expose yourself,” they said. “Let us see your deepest and your darkest.”
My deepest and my darkest? What are you, my gynecologist?
My deepest and my darkest? What are you, my gynecologist?
— Hannah Baker
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oh what a waste of a perfectly good, clean wrist, you were screaming till the police came.
— Disasterology - Pierce The Veil
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you know I never held a gun in my life. but now I carry one around in case I see you tonight.
— Besitos - Pierce The Veil
I can’t take it anymore. I don’t want to keep on living.
fear.
If just anyone knew how often I thought about committing suicide; just to slit my arms, wrist, stomach and throat open or jump from some high building.. They would put me back into psychiatry. I just can’t take it, I can’t hold on anymore. I’m so sick of my life and mostly me. there’s no joy, no feeling only sorrow.
I’m only still here because I’d hurt so much people if I do it. But it’s getting so hard to hold on and stay. I don’t know how long I can take it.
