My name is Jessica, I'm 16 and from Sydney. This is my personal blog where i reblog what i like and feel.
I'm currently going through a rough phase so most of my posts will go with my mood..
I follow back <3
She paints a pretty picture,
But the picture has a twist:
Her paintbrush is a razor,
And her canvas is her wrist.
She painted a pretty picture,
But her picture had a twist:
Her mind was the razor,
And her heart was her wrist.
(via hurts-doesnt-it)
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Seriously, i'm curious how they'd react...
- Teacher: Why didn't you do your homework?
- Me: I was sitting the whole night crying, shaking and slicing my arms open. I thought about suicide and already made plans. Sorry, I hadn't enough time for homework. I was busy not killing myself.
- Teacher: ..
The sad moment when you realize how alone you actually are. No one ever messages you on Facebook first or texts you first or anything. So it gets to the point where you don’t want to put in the effort with people who don’t put in any effort for you, so you end up spending your life at home, never going anywhere.
(Source: toxiccunts, via calmlysuicidal)
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