a bit fucked up

i love when poetry makes me feel a little sick

Ummmm sometimes you dread the weight of your life and other times it is an early morning in april and there are 5 species of birds singing and also the sun is shining through the baby leaves. Btw

"everybody hates me" factoid actually just a statistical error. The average person doesn't hate you, especially not your friends. You, a person who sits in your room experiencing self loathing every day, are an outlier adn should not have been counted.

you ever feel like you were born with something rotten inside you and if people get close enough they’re gonna find out

i often get an overwhelming urge to cut myself, which is weird since i’ve never cut and don’t intend to ever do so