#my sweet agony ୭ ˚.
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My final act of love is letting you do whatever you want.
We're in an argument? No we're not! You're right! Nothing to fight about, you're right!
You blocked me? Okay! I hope you get better!
You replaced me? That's fine! I hope they're fun!
My final act of love is completely clocking out mentally.
#my sweet agony ୭ ˚.#if its gotten to this point and you actually wanted to keep me? you would try harder.#It is at this point that I know when people truly care for me.#Because they'd try harder to get me back.#my final act of love is letting you leave if you want to.#bipolar disorder#actually bipolar#bipolar vent
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“Mm-mm, no, don't beg. It just make me want to kill you right here.”
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Just wait until it's over, just wait until it's through.
#Crows radio ୭ ˚.#my sweet agony ୭ ˚.#dissociation core#time to play idv until I forget what was bothering me#clocking out now#bye
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“ The sun's coming out, but I'm feeling colder. ”
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It's kind of impressive how quickly I can go from "Yk I actually really want to get better. I'll clean my room in a minute, and study for my tests. I actually feel really motivated! I'll bandage my hands up, too." to "I want to get so much worse. I wonder if I can find fathers knife sharpener... Wonder if my irl will give me a cigarette if I pay him. I really need a cigarette rn. My hands aren't bloody enough."
#my sweet agony ୭ ˚.#not even in the sense that it'll take a few days#Like this changes in a matter of minutes
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When I start being a bit more productive and start talking to people again, but I decline even more
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"Your hands are fucking disgusting, this is ridiculous."
Gee whizz I never noticed ty for letting me know
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Ok chat time to watch LBH + Chris Pratt interviews until I pass out
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"If you don't make it to 18, you'll never be an actor"
That reassure me for like 5 seconds before I remembered I don't give a shit, actually
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I wish I was normal I'm such an inconvenience good god
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When my father drives me home because I'm too depressed to go to school, and the second I step foot in my house my mother's words are "For fucks sake. This is fucking ridiculous."
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Listening to my mother play music I like after I scream at her, but I just don't feel bad anymore. It just make me angrier.
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When I hit my head against the wall so hard I give myself a migrain
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The dread of feeling myself rapidly decline and know there's nothing I can do about it.
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That overwhelming emptiness that follows close behind any new hyperfixation
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