I hope someone heard me

No one truly knows the real me. I spread my life in bits & pieces across the board between people I’ve met throughout my life. Some know my secrets, some know about my past, some know about my heartbreaks, some know about my successes… but no one knows everything.

we need irl subtitles. what are you guys even saying

I fucking hate people. All they’ve done is abuse, traumatize, ignore, torment, abandon, and ruin me. I hate them deep down to my core. I used to be so loving but people stripped me of that. All that remains is hate.

I tried so hard my whole life and especially these last few years to remain positive and try to always see the good things but it’s just too hard now. The world keeps pushing me back down and I am sick of getting back up. I am full of anger and I cannot be bothered to try and be positive anymore

do you ever sabotage your own free time? like wtf is that about? i want to play this game or read or do something specific but instead i will just stare out the window or scroll mindlessly???

my soulmate probably me

concept: me, eating strawberries and peaches on a hillside where i am far from everything i know

Keep some things sacred to yourself whether its your grooming habits, beauty secrets, love life, ambitions, finances, spiritual practice…. Don’t be afraid to have your private secrets, you do not have to be an open book.