“i love you more!” no you dont, you don’t need me to survive. you can properly function when i’m not around. you’d move on if i left. you don’t love me more, and you never will
posting’s the only thing that makes me feel real. i feel as if im someone, as if i’ve actually got a soul
when you find your old @n@ account and the emptiness settles back
i hate being alone. it’s like i can be with everyone else but myself. do i really repulse myself this much?
me searching for my blade after the littlest thing happened (i can’t properly function without hurting myself)
am i the only one who cringes themselves sometimes just by being alive? like who birthed such an embarrassing being and why did that being have to be me?
god, you are a horrible person, why can’t you just come to terms with that? you should just disappear, maybe then everyone will finally be more content.
i’m tired of feeling empty, ugh i want to stay locked up in my room and never get out!! why is living this stressful?