Im Sorry...

So my uncle committed suicide yesterday. This is the second family member that has killed themselves. And it just kills me to think that he sent his wife away so she wouldn’t have to be there when it happened. He cared for everyone but no one could see how much he was hurting. My family were all talking about how sad he must have been and that he was so brave to shoot himself and how they will all miss him. Little do they know that suicide thoughts go through my head almost everyday.

22 Jump Street trailer (x)

(Source: milestellers, via lukesfab)

So, it’s my birthday and I’m officially 17… Wonder how many years I still have left on this crap life.

Time to start starving myself again.

Time to start starving myself again.

I’ll never be thin and pretty.

I’ll never be thin and pretty.

Family are supposed to help you get through things and make you feel better… But in my family everyone just seems to run me down. I woke up feeling abit better and not so depressed. But then get told from my gran, my own gran, that I could lose abit more weight and that i need to do something about the pimples on my face ( I literally have 2 little ones on my cheek).

My legs are burning from these cuts.

I’m just so over being played and hurt….I can’t take it anymore. People wonder why I don’t open up to them, or why I have trust issues, or why I don’t get close to anyone. It’s because everyone that I have ever trusted or opened up to and let them know everything has let me down and walked away. Guys are such jerks. The amount of times I get led on then dropped is endless. I have no true friends. I know lots of people, but I have no true friends. I hate it. I hate to know I have no one I can turn to when I need help.