i am always one wrong word away from being shot by all the people who find me tolerable

I’m such a “yay <3” person like unironically a hip hip hooray type of personality

what doesn’t kill me leaves a pit in my stomach that never goes away

what they dont tell you about adulthood is that it’s startlingly easy to go long periods of time without having any fun at all not even a little bit. btw this causes ur brain to try to kill you with knives and hammers.

i wont worry about it i say to myself with the always worried disorder

am i even mentally ill or am i just living in some kind of infinite torture chamber that would make anyone like this

we can’t talk here contact me in my dream tonight

i think avoiding everything is going to save me for real this time

this too shall pass but the fuck was that for

sometimes i have a dream that reveals such a humiliating desire i have that i genuinely lose a bit of respect for myself

Maybe if I just work harder, this empty cup will pour again

Maybe the cup needs a bit of time to rest and refill?

Maybe the cup needs to lock the fuck in???

“nobody wants to work anymore” yeah because everyone wants to kill themselves