soft trills

its called “ocd” because when you realize you have it you go “ohhhh crap… damn…”

I miss everything and will never get any of it back. whatever

And even if I could go back, that’s not where I belong anymore.

i hear im winning the prize for torturing myself

hey can you come over and surgically remove this heavy, aching rot from my heart? we can watch a movie afterwards

Waiter oh waiter more salt in my wound please!!!

i have this unrealistic fantasy in my head where if you calmly and logically explain something to someone perfectly they will understand your position and gain knowledge from the exchange. unfortunately in the real world this does not happen often

‘no one is coming to save you’ okay fine I agree but can I even get a hug at least

i think im getting better! :) [another event occurs]