i hope the June theory is legit.

grief is strange, it's comforting yet kills you inside every single day.

date idea: we grab ourselves coffee and savour it while I show you all the reels I've saved thinking about you.

the grief of losing something you never had is strange

sometimes hope just kills you.

having no close people in your life is liberating, i can isolate for months without any expectations of showing up for people.

life so fucked, I am getting nostalgic about the time I was inexplicably miserable.

i may look normal but i lowkey wanna take a leap of faith off a 25 storey building.

sometimes you just gotta accept the fact that you are a failure and rot in your bed until death finds you.

feels like I am dreaming with my eyes wide open, everything seems unreal.

the idea of healing petrifies me.

i don't need a psychiatrist, I need an exorcist, I am fucking possessed.

i no longer have the ability to exist sober

who once made me feel alive is the reason I now feel dead.

the people around you being unavailable when you need them is fine but the helpline numbers not being available either is insane.

why the fuck do I even exist??

i fucking hate it when people tell me they understand exactly how I feel, no you don't, so shut the fuck up.