numb

there is so much hurt and sadness inside of me and i have no idea how to control it anymore

“i just like my alone time” i say as if loneliness hasn’t been all i’ve known since childhood

i need like 9 cigarettes and a gunshot to the face

excuse me, which level of hell is this?

Problem is, i never healed, i just tried not to think about it.

prescribe me adderall or i will start cooking meth in my fucking bathroom you fucking psychiatrist

Say what you want about my mental illness, but at least it hasn’t abandoned me

nostalgia is a liar. nothing was ever as good as you remember it to be. there’s a reason you don’t talk to that person anymore, there’s a reason you’re not part of each other’s lives. don’t trust nostalgia. grieve. reflect. move on.

Not to be dramatic but this is hell

yeah im over it *dies one thousand deaths*