Chaos

I can’t have anything can I

People are fucking mean, man

Still hung up on you. Thoughts of you keep me up at night, wishing I was the one you were with

Moving on is hard, man

Damn some people just really don’t wanna talk huh

I’M SUCCEEDING IN AN ACTUAL NORMAL CONVERSATION!!!!!!

A lot of this shit I say sounds like an incel. Holy fuck I need to reevaluate some shit

Happiest when slightly sleep deprived

Hate everyone

I should die

Why is it that engaging with me is so exhausting/unpleasant? What am I doing wrong? Is there any hope for me to change?

I wonder if I can ever be a better person

I miss you. I still want you so fucking bad.

Trying to figure out how to creatively express myself if I even should is harder than I thought

I’m awful. Something’s wrong with me.

Ughhh I gotta learn not to fill my camera roll with pictures relating to people who are just going to disappear anyhow. I can’t keep going having those feelings triggered every time I’m looking for a completely unrelated pic

I’m the favorite victim of Buyer’s Remorse