Idiot of the month

with how many corners of the internet there are now this god damn website has to be an infinitely expanding fractal

how dare you, to stab someone in the stomach? to stab *me* in the stomach, and then tell me that i overreact?

it’s rlly funny actually when you can tell how much more one of your parents loves you vs the other one

Mine craft does not cure the mortal wound in the side of my ribcage, the one that was left to rot deeper into my flesh, while the marrow of my ribs slowly turned to soot and fell out of me at every slight gust of wind, rubbing powder into the bleeding gash that continues to decay while vultures peck at my decaying corpse. The feeling of ones heart being ripped out of their body by a mechanical claw and every time you feel like it is over and you will be allowed to heal, it comes back down to rip another one of your organs out like the eagle sent to torment prometheus. There is a yearning in my bones and it is to be loved, to be held and adored and valued. I may not be dead yet but I am not living.

MY BLOG IS TWO YEARS OOOLD

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