Look at all my tears

i feel like i should just pack my things and disappear and move and never tell anyone anything real ever again. like i never even existed, like my life hasn’t actually happened to me

Sometimes I imagine myself alone in my bedroom with no one around, completely dark, laying in bed and overdosing on sleeping pills, then gently falling asleep forever. My body going limp and cold as my heart slows down and eventually stops, and just feeling at peace.

I already said too much. I already shared too much, and I want all my secrets back. I hate getting close to people these days. I always regret sharing too much, caring too much, doing too much, feeling too much.

I already said too much. I already shared too much, and I want all my secrets back. I hate getting close to people these days. I always regret sharing too much, caring too much, doing too much, feeling too much.