Tell me, where did I go wrong?

I've got a war in my mind.

Do you know what's the worst part about beautiful love songs? It's knowing that no one is ever going to think about me while they listen to it.

And she said the hardest part about recovery is when you're not sure you want to recover.

Do you ever lay in bed at night hoping you wake up in theemergency room and hear the words, "She's not going to make it"? I do.

My head is such a mess right now.

Sometimes I pretend I'm okay because I don't want to annoy people with my problems.

It's okay. I gave up on myself a long, long time ago.

I often imagine how people would react to my death.

Why do I keep doing this to myself?

“What are these scars from?” she asked. 

“They're battle wounds,” I replied. 

She looked at me for a long time. “Who were you battling?”

 “Myself.”

 I just want to lie in my bed and listen to sad music all day.

I hate the feeling when you really don't have any emotion. You feel so empty. You're not happy, you're not sad. You're nothing. When your mind is spinning, but you can't feel anything.