wholesome as fuck

so what if you don’t have feelings, are unable to connect with other people, have no interests in your hobbies, can’t enjoy anything (whether it be books or shows or traveling), and haven’t experienced any emotional growth since you were 14? there are people dying!

I didn’t want to go to work because on the outside I look fine but inside I am the meme of the one girl lying next to a pool and touching the water

I am shocked and offended that there is this so-called ‘real world’ which apparently exists outside of my head. why live in that when you can daydream forever.

they say feelings are fleeting, just fluctuations, but are they really. because I’ve had the same feeling for at least six years now, a steady constant permanent thing known as The Void.

trying to rub my last two brain cells together in order to spark joy

it’s almost as though all your problems always goes back to childhood, and all your solutions always goes back to love

are there really people out there who don’t think about death and daydream about killing themself every second of the day? wack.

once a day you can find me in the google docs, in the procreate, in the streets, and of course in the sheets

sorry, can’t fall in love, too busy being depressed