should I get a masters or jump into a river and swim away forever. vote now

up at 3am googling how do i break out of a repetitive cycle that both comforts and harms me

oopsie, I tiptoed through old memories and now my soul aches a little

being held sounds crazy wish it was real

the thing is I just need to become perfect and then I’ll be loved

every year i reach new lows and wish i killed myself earlier

"slut era" i say as i rot and decay in my bedroom and watch the years pass me by as i miss out on core experiences other people my age are having while i think about the past

If life is a never ending loop of dirty dishes and laundry then that means life is a never ending loop of home cooked meals and comfy clean clothes

I wish some people could just un-know me. Like I don’t want to be known by you at all anymore.