I’ll never understand how you can live with yourself, no remorse at all, content in knowing you did those things. It’s clear it’s not just me that needs to heal. Unless you’re some kind of psychopath, someone capable of behaving the way you have simply isn’t as okay as they pretend to be. Nothing anyone says can change the fact that it is what happened. I know that side of you exists because I’ve seen it with my own eyes innit, so certain people not believing me doesn’t even matter, it doesn’t phase me anymore. I don’t need their validation nor do I regret my actions as they came from an honest place. That’s all I will say to you on this.
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when an animal doesn’t like me it really impacts my self esteem
Sometimes you have to accept that people’s part in your story is over
Everyone hates me, it’s understandable though because I’m a worthless piece of shit. I don’t know why I’m so naive sometimes, I get into this weird fantasy where everything is okay; I’m okay. But in reality it’s only a matter of time before I start to deteriorate again and become a miserable, anxious, fucked up mess who contemplates suicide 24/7 and really needs help but is to anxious/scared to get it.
i just want to dig a hole in the ground, climb inside of it and bury myself underneath all the dirt and soil. I’ll feel better under there where no one can see me. That’s all i feel like doing when i’m nervous.
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i don’t have the healthiest coping methods but i haven’t killed myself yet so where’s my fucking medal
the universe has existed for billions of years and by a coincidence we ended up living at the same time. that counts for something.
