there's a sort of comfort in not wanting to get better, in wanting to get so much worse
feels like nothing i say or think is important. wish i could just rip my tongue out & never be able to speak again
To do list:
-stare into the void
-rot
-fantasize about dying
-girlblog
-cry
*boy blog but yea basically :/
*flirting* i’d kill for you <3
i just need a t4t love story rn to make me feel better, if anyone is interested in a 5’3, kinda crazy, obsessive bf hit me up
i finally figured out what the huge lump in my throat was, an huge fucking breakdown because life is so shitty rn
im just built different (unstable)
me: *meets someone new*
in my head: *slot machine rolling what kind of personality i should present to this one*