illusory suggestion

why is it so fucking difficult for me to breathe here fuck all of this i just. can't do this anymore i want out.

is there a reason for all of this, for any of this? god, i’m asking for a sign. i’m asking to be loved. i’m asking to be loved so much i drown in it. 

i hope someone out there is listening. i hope someone cares. i hope someone cares enough.

what’s the point in being soft? in being presentable, in being coherent? i’m going to live my life on entirely my terms and nobody fucking else’s- you’re all going to regret knowing me and that’s exactly the way i want it

just two things. just two just two just two. 

i never want to go back to the way it was before

i put the obsessive, the compulsive, and the disorder in obsessive compulsive disorder

you’re not worth this feeling, nobody is

when faber drive said “could someone tell me what to say to just make you stay”

it’s been ‘just one of those days’ for so many days now