Its A Dog Eat Dog World

I'm always like "I'm here if you need me" and then nobody ever needs me for anything so I just sit and rot without purpose.

if i ever opened up to you i was joking

I hope I’m not just an annoyance to you but also an object of your pathological psychosexual rage

I'm definitely a " think you're lying to me but okay" type of person.

*evades the police by taking out a cartoonishly large flour bag with FENTANYL written on it in Sharpie, tearing a hole in it and dumping it behind me while I run, causing them to stop pursuit to have panic attacks and start Narcanning each other*

idk if it’s the mental illness but sharing literally any information feels like oversharing. i’ll be like “i skipped breakfast this morning” and immediately im like “i might as well have told them where i buried the money”

I love when people are nice to me. maybe i wont kill myself after all

Don't sabotage your identity trying to name it. Let it be undefined, permeable, mixed, peculiar, unapologetically authentic. Be in peace with being unprecedented, with not fitting anywhere, with being adrift. Before flight, there's a free fall.

showing up in your room at 2am covered in blood and crawling under the covers with you (*´ω｀*) i brought you a gift, i can show you in the morning! (it's a dead body)