"I swear to God I just want to slit my wrists and end this bullshit
Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit
And squeeze, until the bed’s, completely red
I’m glad I’m dead, a worthless fuckin’ Buddha head
The stress is buildin’ up, I can’t,
I can’t believe suicide’s on my fuckin’ mind
I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin’ callin’ me…"

I’m trying so hard. You don’t even realize how hard I’m trying not to just lose it.

(via blakehunter17)

8756.) I want to tell you that I like you, but I’m just too scared of what you’ll say.

(Source: blogconfession)

Yeah, you’re kissable.