#farzpost

real tired of the "i need to keep my online friends alive" game especially when it's been going on for more than a decade now and nobody has returned the favor. <- partly because i know better than to put someone through that. but we don't say that last part out loud.

window is open. neighbor is smoking outside. i smelled it briefly and just under my breath wistfully sighed "cigarette….."

hey bro watch this *kills myself*

genuinely contemplating running away from home and never looking back #hits pen

i dont think this house ever felt like home. i look around and everything is completely unfamiliar. my mother doesnt even look at me like i'm the same kid anymore. it's entirely fair on her part, i don't feel like the same person anymore either. my bedroom used to feel so huge, and now i feel like i barely fit inside. everything is foreign. i scrape against the sides of the box they put me in and it numbs me. i look at all of the things strewn about. all of the items i've lovingly collected over the years. all of the little pieces of history i've catalogued. and i feel nothing. nothing at all.

hey no worries man i'll just think about it. a lot. like sooooo a lot. like a lot a lot a lot. but its no praaablem 👍

i need to remove all of my body parts that arent necessary

it feels as though tumblr is constantly cycling between "i love blocking people and filtering tags. i should be able to do that in real life where i can just not have to look at something" and "you need to live with things that make you uncomfortable or else you aren't a good person"