Passed out during the conference.
My teacher is trying to decide whether or not she should take me to the hospital or not.. Kill me
a normal conversation with my mom
me: hey so
mom: im not driving you anywhere
me: but i wasnt going to ask you that
mom: well im still not
Sometimes, I feel like I’m not solid. I’m hollow; there’s nothing behind my eyes. I’m a negative of a person. It is as if I never thought anything, never wrote anything, never felt anything. All I want is blackness. Blackness and silence.
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| — | S. Plath (via quietlywalkaway) |
