Can we be done with it already?

I’m too old for this shit please.

Actually love to make things extra difficult for myself.

The thing is, being a good person doesn’t naturally come to me. I have to keep reminding myself not to be a selfish asshole. Sometimes, it doesn’t even work, and I continue being a selfish asshole.

She’s just like me fr.

Me and who making سالاد شیرازی while listening to Azizam?

Wait there’s a whole farsi version of Azizam?

This keeps getting better and better.

Fuck man, imagine actually dying.

Damn, what now?

Yeah let me self-starve about this for a few days.

I genuinely need to stop existing like right fucking now.

This fic needs to get more angsty, I’m bored.

You know it’s always gonna stay like this, right?

Yeah I think the most terrifying thing to me is the thought that I’m probably never gonna be able to kms and I’ll have to go on living for years till the universe finally decides that I’ve suffered enough.

This whole thing actually disgusts me idk.

Make bpd even worse but take ocd away. I honestly can’t deal anymore.

Like the thought that I’m never gonna live ocd free, and the fact that I can feel lt getting worse.

Oh well.

They will blame us, crucify and shame us
We can’t help it if we are a problem