Canāt wait to drink read and cry on the train. Oh and enjoy my journey alone.
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Canāt wait to drink read and cry on the train. Oh and enjoy my journey alone.
I got my ticket, Iām out this bitch. 15:34 today. I would lay on the tracks but I donāt want to traumatize the conductor.
I canāt even sleep
Just got to Manchester with my family today and imposter syndrome is too vague to describe what Iām feeling right now. Iām supposed to be here until Saturday but Iām over it, I feel sick physically, I hate it. I spent most of my money paying for everyoneās tickets on top of that our journey was long since we had to take two trains which were hours long. Iām complaining because Iām overwhelmed and exhausted and all of this was last minute. I think Iāll just get myself a ticket and leave tomorrow. It seems like Iām isolating myself and overreacting but I need to be in my own bed right now, I havenāt had my meds in two weeks, Iām trying to calm my tits but everything is happening all at once. I just want to switch off for a few seconds but I canāt Iām staying at some random relatives place who I barely know on top of that sharing a room which was not the original plan WEāVE LOST THE FUCKING PLOT. We were each meant to get our own rooms at this hotel place but no, since nothing can go right apparently, this the fuckery Iām dealing with. I shouldāve never come here Iām a fucking dumbass should just kill myself.
Kiss it kiss it better baby
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I did not leave the house today, shocker. I actually havenāt left the house most of the week. my mum bought some beers so it will be a great night.
To buy or not to buy, free people origins tunic which would be super cute and perfect for autumn š š¦ š maybe Iāll just go to an antique shop.
I know this is just me giving myself things to look forward to since nothing really excites me anymore, besides looking cute in a dress. Itās a little sad but whatever, I think giving myself some joy to not avoid my brain swallowing itself whole is deserved. Waiting on people to get back to me (knowing Iām being ignored) is not bothering me anymore, which is good.
Now working on not blaming myself for their lack of communication as well as emotional lack of intelligence- this way thereās no negative self talk or overthinking, slowly rewiring my brain for the better.
Iāve been through too much shit, I go through too much shit to still be dealing with the same pain I am right now. Too weak, too sensitive, I feel non human like i shouldnāt be alive. I literally makes no sense to me why Iād be here, I canāt handle it- its too much for me.
Betty Blue (1986), dir. Jean-Jacques Beineix
I just want to be touched
PARTAYYY
Iām gonna have Baileys hot chocolate, get euphoric and be a princess.
Cute dress, red lip and cartoons. Iām in a more āchillā mood than i was in last night. I went to watch my nieces play in a Harry Potter play earlier today, they did great. I donāt know why I always feel like Iām waiting on someone or something interesting to spark my life, get me going. I feel pretty empty but at least I look okay. I donāt know what the fuck Iām taking about.
I just get so lonely. I hope everyone that has ever wronged me dies a painful death.
My heart aches a little bit but i think itās time i let go of what couldāve been. I blame myself for thinking that we could be an item, in my head all roads led to that, so much in commonā¦too little and way too late. Being too busy is a bullshit excuse, itās a cop out and a lie, a huge character flaw.
Might I backtrack on this? Possibly, I get hurt, if I get hurt, itāll make no difference Iāll melancholize it, as I usually do.