oneuglymouthh
the moral of the story is never have feelings for anybody ever
I’m tired of this life
running out of space on my legs
breaking my skin every night
endless lies
if i could sleep for an hour,
if i could sleep forever
don’t wake me up
“You seem so different and I hate it”
Please don’t leave. I fucking love you and I’m pushing you away to hurt you less when die. I’m so sorry. Please don’t leave. You’re going to leave but this is going to hurt so fucking much more if you don’t fight it. You’re not going to fight it but please fight it. I miss what we used to be. Sorry for fucking shit up 24/7.
What would normality consist of?
How would it be to not want to kill myself all the time?
How would it feel to be around people and talk without overthinking every word?
How would I spend my nights if they weren’t filled with panic?
How would I be without my defining qualities that rule my life?
Imagination is failing me.
bpdroses-deactivated20180617
do you ever just want to scream at the top of your lungs “NO, I’M NOT OKAY” just because having 738294789 people ask you a day is bloody exhausting and what’s even more exhausting is pretending that everything isn’t crumbling around you???
Creating situations that could’ve been when you’re having a good moment with someone makes them leaving hurt even more.
Love how people don’t do shit until everything has gone to hell and things are barely redeemable.
What a terrible world this has become. Think about all the shit that’s gone down in 2018 alone, as a fucking population we are the fucking worst. Humans have destroyed so damn much, complete species of animals, the physical world itself, ourselves, fucking anything and everything on this miserable earth is at risk for destruction because “we’re evolving”. Fuck this shit and sorry
It would be nice if I could stop being a damn coward and stab myself already.
