Pretty Things & Fandom Things

Can’t sleep. Can’t wake up. Can’t remember the last time I felt like myself. My thoughts are loud but my mind is empty. Food doesn’t taste the same anymore. Conversations feel far away, like I’m watching my own life happen without me. I’m tired in a way sleep doesn’t fix. Days blur together until weeks disappear. It’s Monday, then somehow it’s Sunday again. Everyone else keeps moving forward, and I’m standing still, pretending I’m okay while quietly losing pieces of myself I don’t know how to get back.

i feel incredibly disconnected from everything and everyone.

detachment is quiet. it's not slamming the door. it's just... not knocking anymore.

l can’t really explain what’s going on inside my head, but what I can say is that whatever it is, it’s beating me down right now.

social anxiety so bad i wonder if i’m welcome at places i was invited to.

as usual, i have nothing good to offer

and just like that, I’m back in the same place I fought so hard to get out of

tired in a way that sleep doesn't fix

they should invent a brain that doesn't whisper bad things to you.

i’m not the kind of person that people miss

my biggest red flag is that i’m always subconsciously prepared to spend the rest of my life alone.