every day i get my heart ripped out & every day i simply just continue

so much unprocessed grief so little human contact something more happens something awful or sad & you think you don't even have any room left to ache properly you let yourself have one quick sob & u plunge your hands back into the sink & wash the dishes & the next day it's the same. more of the same

i am aware of the problems. however. i would rather be comfy in my bed. good night.

the world is not scary plus im strong as hell

sorry for documenting my suffering and delusions online do you still think im hot

generalized anxiety disorder is kind of a funny diagnosis...like this bitch is scared just in general