Just that kinda girl

fuck i just remembered i’m fundamentally unlovable

there's not a single nonchalant bone in my body. I care so much I could literally vomit.

I wonder how beautiful life must be when you don't have trust issues, depression, mood swings, overthinking, paranoia, anxiety, detachment, isolation or fear

when I forget to stay busy for one second and suddenly I get a wave of everything that has ever hurt me.

"slut era" i say as i rot and decay in my bedroom and watch the years pass me by as i miss out on core experiences other people my age are having while i think about the past

self sabotage is weird because what do you mean i make myself miserable and i'm aware of it but don't know how to stop.

It’s been a rough year, filled with endings and goodbyes. Here’s to healing, growth and a year that treats us better.