"god help me i’ve done it again. i’ve gone back to the same thing that got me here in the first place, the same thing that forced me to open up my skin and watch my blood drip down, the same thing that forced my lungs to collapse and my heart to stop beating, the same fucking thing that dried out my tear ducts. i’ve gone back to him, i don’t care. i don’t care if he’ll continue to hurt me. it feels so much better when his fingers burn my skin, rather than my cigarettes. jesus christ, i’m going to hell."
- i can’t forget you (via horriblys)
(Source: irlpunk, via amoribus)