knives drawn pistols blazing

actually, growing up is feeling like i turned sixteen two days ago. i’ve been eighteen for years. fifteen year olds seem so young. wasn’t i fifteen just a few weeks ago? all my friends and i are still twelve. i’m closer to thirty then to being a baby. i never got to be a kid. i never grew past eight. i can’t talk to my mom. i want to sit in her lap forever. the week is going by so slow. an entire year has passed. i want to decide everything for myself. i need someone to tell me exactly what to do.

They say it gets better, but I have been hearing this since I was 12.

I think it is brave and also very sexy of me to continue living

i feel so left out. like everyone around me knows how to be a human and i don’t.

I can’t die. I can’t live. I don’t know where to go.

am i seriously that hard to love?

my biggest s3xual fantasy is to have someone notice my absence and wonder about me lol

mfs be like "I can handle your disorders" until your disorders disorder disorderly

The fear of abandonment isn’t just about people leaving, it’s the gut-wrenching belief that you aren’t worth staying for.