its always 3 am here

being alive is like: you want to go home. you don't know where home is. you want to go home. you don't know where home is. you want to go home. you haven't known for a long time. you want to go home but you don't know where you'd go. you want to go home you want to go home you want to go home

i was taught at a very young age that i am unlovable, that my feelings are too big. that never went away.

they're minor inconveniences TO YOU. i WILL consider killing myself

every girl should be allowed to lie on the floor for 16 hours a day to cope with the agonies

literally every day i say to myself “wow i’m having a really bad one today” like girl i think this is just your life.

okay, i’ve had enough character development. now i want happiness and a stable relationship

One day I'll forgive myself for all the years I wasted!!! But today I think I'm going to lay down in my bed and torture myself with it

the reason why young adult books make me so fucking sad is that they remind me of the childhood and teenagerhood that was stolen from me.

Shout out to my parents that the messed me up enough to be a problem but not enough to actually separate myself from them.

I feel… like the most unlovable creature to ever live.

I have never been understood by another person and that’s one fucking lonely existence.