Spineless

My life would have been so much better; more meaningful, more accomplishments, more skillful if I had a backbone. If my life belonged to me instead of being decided by whoever, whatever.

god i hate myself

Benzodiazepine withdrawal syndrome

its not enough that they die, im realizing. i want to pull this one psycho bitch out of the ground, break her face, her ribs for what she tried to do to me (push me to suicide, i shit you not) and throw her back into her grave. this isn't who i am. it never was.

this is part of my welcome to benzodiazepine withdrawal syndrome. 

dark musing: bullying

every single one of you that derive pleasure from tormenting innocent people physically, online, or by fucked up mind games at work, in relationships or elsewhere: kill yourselves. i mean that. you're irredeemable trash, cheerfully ignorant of the damage you're doing both to your victims and indirectly to society. go rot in hell. the world will be a beautiful place without you.

i say this on behalf of those who've died by suicide because of you and those who survive but aren't able to be truly alive because of the deepest injuries you've inflicted. your own lives are worthless. end it already.

this isn't what i think but it's how i feel.