for-the-bad-stuff
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for-the-bad-stuff · 2 months ago
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for-the-bad-stuff · 3 months ago
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What a lot of people don't understand about self harm is that often you do actually feel better after. It's like when you're half awake and groggy and then suddenly fully wake up.
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for-the-bad-stuff · 6 months ago
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Well fuck
A bit of light in the darkness:
There is no one more wonderful than him. He loves me so greatly and cares so much. He is more giving than anyone has ever been to me and still wonders if he does enough.
I hope I am enough for you, too. I love you.
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for-the-bad-stuff · 6 months ago
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The best part about heartbreak is how little you eat
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for-the-bad-stuff · 1 year ago
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A bit of light in the darkness:
There is no one more wonderful than him. He loves me so greatly and cares so much. He is more giving than anyone has ever been to me and still wonders if he does enough.
I hope I am enough for you, too. I love you.
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for-the-bad-stuff · 1 year ago
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The "to be or not to be" soliloquy is so much more real and raw than people give it credit for because of the line's popularity. I truly wonder whether to be or not to be? It is the most daunting question. The answer becons me. In times like this, I wish to not. Maybe I will go through with it.
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for-the-bad-stuff · 1 year ago
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I am so foolish. I am so unworthy.
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for-the-bad-stuff · 1 year ago
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I don't deserve a single thing I have
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for-the-bad-stuff · 2 years ago
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I wish I were someone better
I wish I were someone worthy
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for-the-bad-stuff · 2 years ago
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I feel oh so worthless. Stupid. Incompetent. What a waste of space....
I'll never amount to anything. I can't get a good job or have valuable achievements like my friends and peers. Just sit around and waste away. What a waste, what a waste.
I hate myself
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for-the-bad-stuff · 2 years ago
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I did it anyways
The canvas longs for another stroke. But fresh paint is so hard to keep hidden.
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for-the-bad-stuff · 2 years ago
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The canvas longs for another stroke. But fresh paint is so hard to keep hidden.
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for-the-bad-stuff · 2 years ago
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for-the-bad-stuff · 2 years ago
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Everything would be better if I just died
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for-the-bad-stuff · 2 years ago
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He only sounds like he cares when hes drunk
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for-the-bad-stuff · 3 years ago
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I feel like some stupid whore. Nothing knocks you down a peg like a guy telling you he doesn't want you wanymore while you're naked in his bed after a date...
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for-the-bad-stuff · 3 years ago
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I did it agian for the first time in months. I want to keep doing it... but I know that would excessive. Too noticeable if there are too many little lines.
This isn't over the boy, the boy just sent me over. This is about me. I think too much. I get my hopes up. I overstep too much.
I'm too much. I know I'm too much. Sometimes it's fun, freeing... but I always end up too much- too far.
Can I get a do over? Can I be someone else? I just want to be someone better.
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