Sometimes, the quiet is violent.

Ah, fuck. How many times is this going to happen?

When did the diamonds leave your bones?

It'd be nice if I could stop ruining every friendship I have, or were tolerable in any sense. I wish I could fucking figure my shit out.

So good that everyone gives up on me, including my family.

You're actually fucking evil.

I'm so fucking angry I hate how fucking stupid I am and how much my intelligence has regressed I wish I was fucking dead

I feel like I fucked up again.

Convulsing like I'm being electrocuted. Every sound and sight is stabbing me through the temples without the relief of results of a lobotomy. Eyes bursting out of my skull. Trying not to throw up, trying to breathe. Like a mangled and disjointed doll of the most reprehensible kind. Silent sobbing. I want to die. There is no relief. There is never any relief.

Give me a sign, I want to believe.

Fuuuuuuck this I'm out.

What a rough night.

Can my bgl please stabilise and the rain stop and it stop being so cold here and can the pharmacy hurry up with my shit so I can go pick up everything and deal with my dumb eyeball pain