(Source: vodkakilledtheteens, via mistakesyoudknow)
I always ask people if they love me because I used to love myself and then I got tired of myself because I am a disaster with a heartbeat…… One day I just stopped loving myself. Disgust and self hatred invaded my mind and killed the love that used to flourish within my mind. I used to love myself probably till I was 10 or maybe 12. I don’t love myself but I want other people to tell me they love me even if their words are a costume. Maybe that’s why people always end up leaving me because the questions “do you love me?” Or “do you REALLY love me?” are trapped inside my lungs.