oh honey.

you can kill your current life without dying. you can kill this version of you and make a new one.

It’s just so funny to me. Like one minute I’m designing bioreactors and getting published for heat dissipation in polymers and then I open this godforsaken app to dudes hanging brain who can’t even pronounce “saponification” calling me a slut because I won’t give attention to their limp excuses for existence.

I’m addicted to feeling depressed that I really don’t know what I’d feel if I wasn’t depressed. I satisfy my addiction with self destructive habits that make me fall deeper into the state of depression

I’m addicted to feeling lonely that I have no idea who I would be if I wasn’t by myself. I satisfy my addiction by pushing people away and making sure I remain my only friend

I’m addicted to a mental self destruction rather to a physical self destruction and I really don’t know which one is worse.