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I wish I was useful to them but I’m a broke fucking waste of space

I look so fucking ugly all the time

I hardly have any will to get out of bed or eat and there’s nothing wrong with me except for everything incorrect about my brain

all I want to do everyday is cry and die

dysphoria and anxiety inducing dreams just to wake up to finding out my friend might be worse than Hitler

Having a very “I should kill myself” Thursday

I think my best friend might have feelings for my partner and I know my partner has feelings for my best friend

i wish I could shove that man in a blender

still incapable of passing through a regular emotional sequence I really am a human dildo.

I stop being sick and the first thing I am is horny. am I a waste of space outside of my body. was I born with the soul of a dildo or something

it’s the hope that kills you

this food poising feels like it’s going to kill me and my so called best friend doesn’t give a fuck

I can’t find myself in anything anymore, I feel like something hollowed me out

having a very “I should kill my self” birthday

everyday is the same

there’s that empty feeling again

I think maybe I just want to feel like shit so I don’t feel empty