chronic deleter

I wish friends didn’t have the power to just not speak to you again. I miss you. where’d you go. are you happy?

I always wonder if the little girl who got my old room thinks about me too

The relief I get the minute blood starts dripping out my fucking vagina is so euphoric for about 20 minutes and then the high wears off and i’m left picking up the pieces of the last 14 miserable days i’ve had to endure, And it literally never ends i’m forever going to be dealing with the consequences of those 14 days, I don’t like to be existential because I try so hard to move past and through every single diagnosis but holy fuck it is debilitating to feel so out of control, it is unlike anything I have ever experienced and medication is only so strong

Vape of sickness and destruction

Watching mamma mia will always tear my heart into two