sorry for being dramatic how embarrassing the world is literally killing me

wearing sunglasses on my way to therapy not so they block the sun but so the other drivers can’t see me crying my eyes out through my car windows on the way there

when the big bad dog breaks down, when the bark is all i have, when i can no longer bite, what more will i be, what more can i be.

wanting to kill myself tonight. wont, but want to.

haven’t shed in almost a year but the urge to the past couple of days have been so loud

sometimes i really do wish i was such a horrible person who could do such horrible things. maybe then you’d finally understand a sliver of what it’s like

i am holding on to the tiniest of threads so close to snapping dog jaw silver saliva taste of copper dripping from my maw