If you have ever taken a razor blade to that beautiful body of yours, skipped one or more meals, cried yourself to sleep because you never thought you were good enough, attempted any sort of self harm, had thoughts of taking your own life, or actually tried it, reblog this.
It’s sad how many others have reblogged this :(
My family when someone wakes up before anyone else:
- Me: Tips toes quietly through the house, trying not to make a sound.
- Everyone else: Let me just stomp throughout the house, slam a bunch of doors, and bang some pots together in the kitchen, I'm sure no one will mind.
