I'm sad and my heart is broken.

Chemo is just you poisoning your body and hoping the cancer dies first.

Everyone spit on me so I won’t be depressed

So many broken children living in grown bodies mimicking adult lives

Daydreaming about alternative lives to escape my own has become a coping mechanism which I have internalised so much that it happens unconsciously throughout the day. I’ll be always daydreaming in the back of my head no matter what I do

I am too high for this

no offence but i am literally filled with anger every time i remember there are legitimately people who are rich enough to buy half the globe and then some but the poor are dying because wages will not adapt to inflation and the super-rich refuse to part with any amount of their wealth.

Depression is like wanting to go home but already being there.

i hope you think of me when you masturbate