> kafka
> they/song/it
> 19
> DID system
> cluster b + c
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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
Mike Driver

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@ifthereisarighttime
> kafka
> they/song/it
> 19
> DID system
> cluster b + c
future lover // daughter
It doesn’t work. I still feel afraid.
ok to rb
it is so exhausting to constantly question my own morality. every single action i take makes me wonder if i'm being a good person. literally everything. i'm so tired of it. it just overwhelms me so much that i end up not doing the things that i can do to be a good person. and i am aware of this, i am aware that my constant questioning of my morality is likely a symptom of my ocd and anxiety, but that does not change the fact that i just do not think i am a good person. i'm not doing enough, it is not enough that i'm trying, and i'm not trying hard enough. i'm doing my best, i'm just not a good person. i don't know how to stop thinking this and it is so exhausting.
whoopsie
i wish i could hear your thoughts on project hail mary it seems like the kind of thing you would love
Part of me would give everything to get back to what we had.
. . .
im not even fucking human
“Im always going to love you, and im going to hate me for not being enough.”
— (via coral)
L. V., excerpts from the epilogue
Courtney Marie Andrews, from Old Monarch: Poems; “Against all odds”
[Text ID: “I am sorry. I love you. I cherish you. Our sweet memories are a museum in which I have a lifelong admission.”]