what if i deleted all my accounts, burned everything i owned, and defaced my legal documents, then went out for a walk and never came back?
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what if i deleted all my accounts, burned everything i owned, and defaced my legal documents, then went out for a walk and never came back?
“Although most of the symptoms are not noticeable to most people, I never feel well. Imagine the sense of finality of never being able to bound out of bed in the morning saying, “I feel great!” There is not one small fraction of time when I am without a symptom of this disease.”
Paul J. Donoghue “Sick and Tired of Feeling Sick and Tired: Living with Invisible Chronic Illness”
Turns out showing the pain you feel changes nothing
in another life i’m normal. in another life i don’t hurt the people i love the most.
Oh what an unlovable thing I've become.
loving me is like watering a dead flower
my ultimate fantasy is having a brain that lets me enjoy life instead of making me feel like i'm at gunpoint over every tiny inconvenience.
As an avoidant, I find it incredibly difficult to open up to people—even when I know I'm safe with them. So when I enter a dynamic where we're both allowed to share our struggles, it always ends up being one-sided real fucking fast.
Like, they open up all the time. And I open up, too—but only once in a blue moon. And before I know it, I'm playing therapist most of the time because they assume we're in a mutual exchange.
Fun fact: we're not.
i wanna go backwards. i wanna try again. i wasn’t given a fair chance. i’ll never be anything. i’m already dead.
i hate myself a little extra when i open up to someone.
Oh what an unlovable thing I've become.
feeling unwanted ruins my whole fucking day
im gonna block everyone and shoot myself in the head
If the vibes r off I will assume you hate me and want me dead
I don't want to understand anymore