just another sad queer genz

literally nothing happened i just have plans to go to a gay club with her tomorrow and what am i supposed to do when we’re both crossed and dancing close with the lights low

no, no. i do not believe it was worth it.

yk what. fuck it. i’m proud of myself for getting in the shower.

i’m a bit drunk and i’m a bit high and i just wanted to say i wish that things were different, but i am so grateful for my own laughter. it feels the only way to make it through.

I let myself believe I was gonna marry you.

In the middle of the worst relapse of my life rn what’s up w u

from the floor of the shower, a dialogue in pride month: - maybe if i were different, she would hate me less - maybe if she were different, she would love me more

Tumblr is more worried about me than my own friends but hey that's life right

in the last week ive overdosed in both alcohol and nicotine and ive cut too deep and i didnt eat for three days and i stayed up all night bc i couldnt face being alone with my thoughts and im not trying to die but i dont particularly care if i do either and i feel like this is the best its gonna get for me