"We hope this email finds you well" babe, the only emails I'm excited to get is the ones from Archive of Our Own

I feel empty, I feel a hole in my chest while sadness and anguish are invading me. I don't have enough strength to get up, move, concentrate and eat.

I wish I've never been touched without my consent, I feel like I've lost parts of myself that have been touched and I will never win them back

the amount of downplaying you have to do when answering 'how are you' and don't want a person to be horrified or badly concerned for your well being

"But why do you let your disability stop you?" Because that's.... what disabilities... do. That's... literally the basic definition... of being disabled... A disability impairs your ability to function. That's what the term means. That's the main thing

its November which means i want to kill myself