cherrygothnightmare:

bandsonfilm:

Ethel Cain

sustancy:

sustancy:

weed-and-poetry:

art by Justin Baehr

bitchinhell:

Everything just makes me more and more sad

My mind feels like its melting

I have no clue who I am. I cant even look into a mirror. I fucking hate myself and everything around me. Theres nothing I want anymore, theres no point. All I want honestly is to end this constant constipation of the mind. I havent eaten in days, I feel like I’m gonna fall over. I go to bed at 5 am and then still wake up at 8 or 10. I am miserable.