into the galaxy ?

buhbuhbuhback

when you lose motivation for everything and you feel too bored to log onto anything, you ghost all your friends and isolate. but at least that means that amazing happiness never seen before is coming soon !!!

i want to chat with someone so bad i might explode

hey! why is it so easy to be hated and left. i already got attached to u...

a paypig bot account commented on my post have i made it on tumblr 🥹

no baby its really cute and funny (also cute!!) how you disappeared right after i vented !!

save me…save me…. (Out Of The Frying Pan. Into A Bushfire.)

everyone ends up going away and leaving, however much you try to stop it

lost the plot but then it returned like my cousins bird i accidentally let escape when i was eight

eating cheese and crackers is genuinely a top five experience

being thought of feels like 'me? baymous?? me?' like wdym u saw this and MY ACTIONS came into ur mind....like i exist???

i like a lot of icons in terms of aesthetics but i think my favourites right now are apples and realistic images of fish...i'm really into fruitigier aero :3 it's so crispy and refreshing

meow :3

i want to die. why should i keep living when i see nothing in my future? it's always been this way, and i never planned for anything because all i can see, even when i graduate, is crying because i never ever worked hard enough for anything because i never wanted anything. my biggest dreams in life are what my parents tell me and what i assume that people would strive for. i don't think i'll ever be truly happy, even when i'm living away from here, or alone and have autonomy, or if i find someone, because the sadness and misery will always come back. it will always wait for me after my brain clears out and i'll never know the difference between my sleep and reality. all my memories of the past will be forgotten, and i won't know about how miserable i am and was during my teenage years, then i'll think that it gets better when it doesn't. i begged and cried for so long because i thought that having medication or being diagnosed would make it better but i keep tricking myself into thinking that i am happy sometimes, but in the end, the disgusting misery always comes back. i will never have a reason to live, and i will never be happy with who i am. and this is cringe and awful but i need to get it out before i actually explode.