All your suicidal urges come back, you imagine dying to be pleasant and carefree, all you want to do is take the razors you hid in your room and tear your arms apart, and when all you want to do is lay in bed and sleep all day, because in your dreams you won’t be afraid of yourself and the harm that you can do.

great way to start a three-day weekend. fml.

The healthy way that issss(: started at 160 nasty ass pounds of fat, and i finally hit the 140 mark. maybe dreams really do come true(; SO HAPPY!

I really need some stoner blogs to follow! My dash needs more mary joe. :) Lol, If you know any good ones put ‘em in my ask or message me?

I’ve just been chillinnnnn. Life’s really not that bad. You just gotta see the good shit in it. God made weed so we could smoke it. So why not take advantage of his beautiful work. God doesn’t make mistakes and guesss what bitchessssssss he made cannabis. :) But i’ve changed. No more depressing bullshit. I’m tired of hating myself so guess whatttttt? I’ve got some hook ups set up, some weed to smoke, and some whores to chill with. Life’s going pretty decccccccccc. Tell me how you’re copingg. But I know my ways working for me, sorry if you don’t like the change in my blog cause I’m tired of all this unhappy shitttt. BEST OF LUCK TO YOU BITCHES. :)

i’m sitting here looking up how much of my meds i would have to take to either slip into a coma or die. this is good. i should be happy but instead i’m looking up ways to die. quality. with my moodstabilizer i would need the whole bottle. with my antidepressent i would need the whole bottle. and with my sleepmed i would need the whole bottle. this is just so fucking fantastic…