Angeline

having to choose between treatment for my physical disabilities and the opportunity to progress as an artist is the hardest thing ive ever been through. hopefully one day ill come out of the other side believing it was worth the energy it took.

im done trying to do nice shit for people

i swear i want nice things for myself. i just dont see me having them with you.

i love how robots read how hard i trying to find my will to keep living another day and literally make me feel non existent by coming to my page to spam me with shitty nude account links. it really is the cherry on top of my existential crisis.

what a great excuse to being completely mentally unstable. im just full of hormones. because im a girl. and no one can help me figure out why i feel like this. it doesn’t matter how much drugs you feed me. or what health regimen i have. or my scheduled lifestyle or productive habits. im just sad suicidal person stuck in body i cant wait to get out of and honestly i dont even know why i take the time to type this shit out. there is no savin time. time is an illusion to those who abide.

i hate everything about the way i do shit.

its a sunny beautiful day and nothing is wrong what a perfect time to want to fucking die. 😔

i aint felt this unheard in a long time 🙁 i wanna disappear. its so isolating to not feel listened to. maybe one day ill did and all the questions people have will be understood by reading through all my notes on my phone. but really it probably wouldnt be read at all.