thinking back on childhood is like the most excruciating thing you could do as an adult

“healing my inner child” i want to forget the child. i want the child to go away. i can’t carry the weight of this child anymore.

organizing my stationary stash and lord. who let this 20 yo manchild have access to a debit card

i don’t know who i am i don’t know who i want to be i just know who i don’t want to be

me writing my to do list: HELL YEAH WOOOO HEHEHEHE
me trying to do one (1) of these very simple tasks: nooooooo how could this misfortune fall upon me….

im like if a girlblogger and a closeted gay incel who doesn’t really hate women had a child

trying to give one single fuck about kylie jenner and i just cant

this is crazily real, people love to randomly address jules or hunter schafer with “they” despite her NEVERRRR saying it.

when i dry text it’s because of the trauma and the autism masking, when you dry text me its because you hate me and you hate talking to me. simple as that

i need to die tbh but thats harder to accomplish so we’ll settle for sleep

this fucking horrible connection… theres NO reason for this fuck you @khamenei

theres always that homie with the inexplicable sorrow in his eyes

my worst source of anxiety is the state of my instagram bookmarked posts.

I be like “i woke up to no texts 🙁” meanwhile i went to bed at 2 and woke up at 6 am.

like who would’ve had anything to text me at 5 in the morning. be serious.

absolutely nothing is as humiliating than asking for a job and being turned down

autism be damned this girl can sure do a lot of mental gymnastics

being broke and owing ppl money are the two human terrors that the devil provided to make ppl suicidal im dead serious

your body getting used to waking up early is a scam. a horrible scam.

people’s lives who have died from poverty or suicide are often reduced to their specific way of dying. their ideas and words are mocked or disposed because “do we really want to live like her? she drowned herself!”. saying this about someone like Virginia Woolf who lived a free and beautiful life despite her suffering which she couldn’t control is crazy. the way we die isn’t a reflection of how we lived, it’s just one of the things that happen to you like your birth, your first kiss and etc.

i love blocking people based on their replies and comments soooo much.