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Etsy all day every day at work.

Why don’t I have money for these things.

— 6 hours ago with 1 note


the year is 2014 AD. the human race has existed for over 200,000 years. men still think women pee out of the vagina.

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— 9 hours ago with 248760 notes

I wrote my mother a suicide note when I was nine. Well, not really a suicide note, I didn’t intend on killing myself; I just really felt like I wanted to. My dad had put me back on the sugar pills, insistent that his daughter was not crazy and that it was all just something that every child goes through. Insistent that if I thought I was taking my medication my symptoms would go away. He is an airline pilot, and he was gone half of the time when I was a child. He wasn’t home enough to see the severity of my disease. Only my mother, who stayed at home with my sister and myself, saw what I was going through. 

"I just don’t see the point in living a life that is filled with this feeling"

I folded the note and left it on my mother’s bed, too shy to do so in person. 

She called my dad. Left him a voice mail. “I’m putting her back on her medication, if you have an issue with that then don’t plan on coming home”

Eventually the fight over my sanity drove them apart. I was the knife that finally broke my parents’ marriage. 

Dr. Korger was a wonderful, gentle man who always reminded me of Dr. Seuss. He had a big leather couch (cliche I know) and an exotic fresh water fish tank. I would talk to the fish at first, shy and confused and in the fourth grade. 

Diagnosis: Generalized Anxiety Disorder, Panic Disorder, Depression. Also talk of Bipolar Disorder, but age seemed to mellow that part out a bit. 75 Mg of Zoloft, taken once daily. 

I don’t ever want to forget these things, I’m just so tired of carrying the guilt. 

In the moments where my brain is on fire, my teeth are digging into my skin, my wrists are numb from icy tap water and my shoulders are stretched tight from scolding hot bath water, I am still nine years old. 

— 10 hours ago
#self  #tw suicude  #tw medication 

I made toast with butter and honey before bed. I used a steak knife. I ran the golden blade across my tongue. I pressed down and wondered what it would feel like to evaporate, like the steam from our tea kettle. 

— 12 hours ago with 2 notes

Chrysanthemums and Horsefly by Katsushika Hokusai (1760-1849


Chrysanthemums and Horsefly by Katsushika Hokusai (1760-1849

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— 12 hours ago with 341 notes