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I met every single creepy pasta and they wre all nice to me

a moth flies out of my wallet and I instantly kill it with my sword, awarding me the gold pieces necessary to make my purchase

the fascinating thing about being abused is that years later youre gonna be there sitting around going "okay so what now". cause like theres no instruction manual is there

youre gonna be buying groceries and then youre gonna remember you went through all that for literally no good reason and youre gonna go Oh Okay and put paper towels in your bag or whatever

ever since i was a little girl i knew there was no hope for me

I will lock in tomorrow like nobody has ever locked in before

good morning world who’s ready for another day of feeling slightly nauseous and weird about everything

Accidentally put my whole fucking heart into something that wasnt fucking meant for me again fucking hell

looking in the mirror as a form of self harm