maybe i am a bit codependent but also we were not made to face the world alone

i am beautiful. i am disgusting. everybody is lucky to meet me. nobody can stand dealing with me. i am worthless. i am perfect. i am numb. i have experienced 20 moods in 2 minutes. i hate everybody. i love everybody. i’ve never done anything wrong in my entire life. all i do is fuck things up. i consumed 5,000 calories in 10 minutes. i haven’t eaten in three days.

i’m 12 years old i’m 64 i’m over caffeinated im day drinking i’m taking two ibuprofen i’m on the brink of tears i’m staring into space i’m having a breakdown i’m mentally ill im doing pretty well actually! i’m the main character i’m a vermeer painting i’m a haunted doll

im his dream girl and hes my just some random guy i know

y’all i truly do understand that being depressed is hard as shit but you cannot be dropping how much you hate yourself into completely unrelated conversations

What if I say it in a funny way tho

its not actually that funny, it’s actually really uncomfortable

girls 🗣 want 🗣 green 🗣 couches 🗣

being known is a mortifying ordeal not only bc it involves allowing someone to see the worst of you and hoping they will love you anyway but also bc it involves letting them see the best of you and hoping it actually means something to them

I tell everybody im good cause wtf they going to do if I’m not