jojo

and how wonderful would it be to have parents who are immortal

oh how wonderful would it be to grow up in a house full of warmth and love, to see your parents be silly, to watch your siblings be mischievous lil assholes, to watch the plants grow

i need to learn to stfu

how fucked up

i don't understand why i have castor oil on my eyelashes, serum on my skin, moisturizer on my hands and my hair finely combed every single day when i literally hate my existence from the depth of my heart. why do i get up to drink that one glass of water? why do i even bother braiding my hair neatly in the morning? im dissociating from my body, i don't know which part of me drives me to take care of myself but it's definitely not my bitter, rotten heart

im losing my mind

no

worthless