Tinkle Tinkle Hoy

Sad today. Just sad today.

Who up thinking about the ways in which people have hurt them.

I'm really glad I can't see it anymore. You can't look if there's nothing to look at. And it's weird, having an itch that you literally can't scratch. But honestly. One day I won't feel the urge to anymore.

There's still hope for you. You just have to try harder. Can you do that? Can you try?

I want to get better. I want to be better. I want to do better.

I’m just down as hell today. I hope tomorrow is better than whatever that shit was.

I need more people to follow. Tumblr has been dry as hell. Can’t even use it properly as a distraction. Problem is no one uses this place anymore.

Not a single soul online today. Extremely bored.

Feel like I’m constantly experiencing ego death. Do I even have a person. An identity. Anything? Am I anything?