Fear |—| Love

just a big ole hunk of emotional (slut) meat

the jarring permanence of death makes little sense to my mind. my heart was born from ashes and beats in defiance of the inescapable

Can't wrap my head around death. Trying. Trying too hard. Can't stop. Half milligram of alprazolam later and observing only a decrease in heart rate. Forgetting but not forgetting, it's not real, it's TOO real. I'm ok I'm not ok. Reliving. She's dead, she's dead, she's dead.

2017 me shitposting thru depression: *makes secret fumblr*

I know it feels like love, guilt, and betrayal can't share the same boat. Like if guilt and betrayal crossed a river together that betrayal would casually shove guilt off into the water. Or that love would be devoured by both the others. But if you give me some time, I'll do my very best to solve this puzzle.

I'm already sorry I was ever born

ok so actually not getting a girls attention when you're trying to SUCKS and I feel for men...ur problems still petty tho gtfo

Again and again Maybe the fish kills itself frustrated trying to climb the fucking tree

I'm so much better alone I'm sick I'm so sick. Brain sick mindsick I'm supposed to be a healer Sick I'm sick p a r a l y s i s