0:-) to all my bad bitches, i can see your halo.

Push me down a flight of stairs, because that’s better than feeling like I’m in the dark. My heads like mush, and it’s like I’m screaming but no one can hear me.

I know I haven’t tumbled in awhile. I just wanted to point out the fact that I’m sitting in my room cutting myself after my (anonymous name because nobody really cares anyway) just held me by the throat, slapped me, then threw me into my room, continuing to jump on top of me and threaten to punch me in my “fucking face” and throw me out of a fucking window. My re occuring memories of this person and his ex wife beating the shit out of each other right in front of me is so intense and I can’t get rid of it. I want to shoot myself. Let me get a gun?