why?

bahzinga-ricky-martin:

why am I not pretty enough? why am I a fuck up? why can’t I be good in school? why can’t I follow mydreams? why am I losing “bestfrends” all the sudden when I didnt do shit to them? why am I so sad? why cant I make my mom happy? why do I fail when I try? why can’t I be the girl everyone wants for once? why do all the guys like my friends but not me? is there something wrong with me? am I mental? am I ugly? what is wrong with me?

I say I want to kill myself when something bad happens or I get a taste of bad luck, and everyone giggles along. But a part of me isn’t joking anymore. A part of me thinks that sometimes that would be easier, wouldn’t it? I wouldn’t have to go through any of the bad moments anymore. I wouldn’t have to go through all of this alone. Because that’s how I feel. Alone.

(Source: thebattleisneverending)

I really hope people read or reblog this

when-i-am-queen:

Whenever i see that a blog that posts stuff about self-harm, eating disorders, or depression, and they haven’t posted in a couple weeks, i legitimately get scared. I start getting worried that they did something to hurt themselves and all i want to do is just know if they’re okay. Please reblog this if you would care if someone or anyone took their own life.