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my only experience with love is the stuff i write at @dreamiesdotcom and that one pudding cup i no longer know the brand of

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menstruation is funny like do i want to cry over cute things or do i want to commit felony? i wouldn't know but vanilla ice cream is suddenly bomb and my back is killing me so i guess i can set aside being a menace to society

seriously I don't know what to do with myself. I'm half scared that I'll be like this forever. Only half because there's no use being afraid of something that will happen anyway. I don't know what to do with myself when I can't feel anything and when I feel everything and I'm certain that everyone in my life feels the same way. They don't know how to deal with me either. Maybe they haven't realized it yet but whenever they look at me it's always laced in this stupid fake pity that looks like they wish they threw me out before I went bad and I just wish they didn't mess me up so much. I wish I wasn't like this. I wish they didn't make me like this. I hate that I'm like them but I love them but they're all so fucking terrible and it's so fucking sad because I don't know what I did to deserve this. I wish I didn't have to deal with this but it's not like wishing that could do anything, right? Im just so tired and I'm so numb through it all and I'm terrified that when I finally feel something again only anger will remain. I can't deal with myself and I can tell that everyone else can't deal with me either. They don't want to.

If someone asks me what they could do to make me feel better I won't hesitate to say 'nothing'. that's how I feel at least. im thoroughly convinced nothing could make me happy anymore

all my simping bones tingling for this man and this man alone aND HES NOT E V E N RE AL WTF

hvacinth

the feminine urge to resemble your father’s worst traits

idk there's just something so lonely about hearing someone who always animatedly talked about their day, one day begin telling them like "yeah, i just went home, made myself food, and then slept" with the most hollow sounding laugh one could ever hear