Studio Suicide


I have no one. No one at all. I’m just here every day thinking about killing myself for the past 3 years and I still don’t have the fucking courage even though I’m all alone in this god forsaken world. I just want to die.


I wish I was skinny enough to wear crop tops and skinny enough to wear nice skirts that show off your legs and skinny enough to look pretty in pictures and the clothes that I buy but I’m not and it frustrates me to the point where I want to cut off my fat with worn out safety scissors and sit under my bed and listen to celine dion music until I fall asleep in my own tears

(via yulinga)