I don’t look both ways, I just walk.
When a car comes I think to myself, “you got brakes. You hit me I get money.”
Anonymous asked: Hey, you don't know me because I'm on anon but I do know you. I just want to say that I love you. I'm not feeling well at the moment. Everything, literally everything goes wrong. I cut my thighs every fucking day, I can't sleep if I don't cut. I attempted suicide, many times. I really love you, don't forget that. You don't know my problems because I never told you, I'm afraid telling you. You know me for a long long time. And soon, you'll never see me. Because I can't take it anymore.
I feel so guilty for the late reply, I’m so sorry. Please tell me who you are so I can help you, if you’re still here. I promise I’ll listen and I won’t tell anyone. Please try to hold on and try not to cut, I know it’s hard but I believe you can do it. I love you too. Please stay.