*is horny and has swag*

At this point, I'm just afraid there must be something wrong with me. Where my days go, what I do, I'm not sure. All I've ever known is that there has always been something missing, something wrong. And there can perhaps never be a universe where it'll be alright. The more I grow up, the less I receive love. I don't remember the last time I had any sort of talk with someone here that didn't feel like fingers pointing at me and enquiring me all sorts of thing. When did it all change? Or was it always like this? Am I horrible for this? Distancing myself so much, putting up so much barriers. I've tried, I've tried to be close multiple times. I'm tired. Why does every conversation transform into me not doing enough, being enough? Will I never from this point in my life experience a filial relationship? I don't want to live this life. I want a family. I want a family so bad. I want a house where I feel happy living. A house where people love each other. A house I don't where I don't feel like I have to hide everything I do, no matter what it is. A house where I won't feel like it's possible to get caught doing nothing. Being ashamed of everything I do. I've been guilty for being alive as long as I remember now. What am I, if not a horrible child? How can I ever amount to anything with what I am. I don't know what my life is. It's a vertigo.

An important part of going to college is realizing you were stupid for being so mopey all the time. And then coming back home for the summer and realizing that you, in fact, are not stupid and crying ever two seconds and wanting to kill yourself is very normal.

ever since i was a little girl i knew something was wrong all the time

Trauma is so weird cause like wdym the word "monster" makes my breath go heavier??????????????????

neon furry vent art heals me in a way i don't think anything else ever could

something poetic about assembling your tweety the bird toy trinket while your mother talks about your greasy hair and stinky skin