Nothing lasts and everything remains

Sometimes I'll type out a really long, emotional text to someone and then just delete it. The act of writing it is enough, sending it is pointless. It's like screaming into a pillow, the pillow doesn't care, but my throat is raw anyway.

nothing i do is ever good enough

opening up to someone <<< opening up your skin

i just dont want it to feel like this anymore

Have I made an appearance in your dreams?

they need to invent a me who doesn’t have severe attachment and abandonment issues

"stop cutting!! Just for me 🥺🥺" girl who are you

y’all ever sent a risky text and you so scared you start doing chores

I get jealous easily because I know there’s nothing special about me

what's the point? all i do is ruin everything