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I know there’s something fundamentally wrong with me, I just make everything I touch worse

The most delusional thing I've ever told myself is everything will be alright.

maturing is realising that no one gives two shits about you and you either gonna make it on your own or off yourself

i dont even have guilty pleasures anymore i just like stuff and if people have a problem with that they can go fuck themselves

you know the thoughts are winning when you log back onto tumblr

Shit

People don’t actually notice when you slowly pull away. They only notice when you’re gone, and even then it’s more about the inconvenience of your absence than the pain of losing you

god forbid i show symptoms of the mental disorder i'm diagnosed with💀

It doesn't get better. You just learn to live with it.

It doesn’t even bother me anymore, I’ve cried and screamed about it for months already. Except it does still bother me, I just don’t even know what it is anymore and my brain is just trying to find something to spiral about so at least the depression/anger is justified.

when you feel like you’re starting to get better and suddenly the impending doom sets in again and you know the cycle is about to repeat