Today's Document
i don't do bad sauce passes
noise dept.
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
AnasAbdin
Keni
oozey mess
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Sweet Seals For You, Always
Andulka
Misplaced Lens Cap
Product Placement
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
祝日 / Permanent Vacation
KIROKAZE
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RMH
hello vonnie
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tannertan36
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@mrcaterpillar11
Its not just at night anymore. Its when i open my eyes. When I try to start a task. All i can think about is how much I would rather just not fucking exist. The one person who I think keeps from it more than any other is her. I dont want to tear her apart like that.
I think each day I become more at peace with the thought of removing myself.
By Yash Pandit
please picture me in the weeds
Lol the other day i was telling my friend "I miss old Braxton. You could look at that guy wrong and he'd have beef with you."
I’m tired of being strong for everyone around me. I’m not always as okay as I seem.
Fuck
Fuck insomnia Fuck depression Fuck anxiety Fuck being bipolar Fuck feeling alone Fuck being alone Fuck being unhappy Fuck exhaustion Fuck this
My family mistakes my incapability to talk to them as a desire to not talk about my emotions.
I want to talk. God I want to cut it all out at once and let it bleed onto the floor, so it cant come back.
But i cant.
I just. Fucking. Cant.
Theres only ever been a few people I could be who I really was with.
Now it seems theyve all gone.
I have no one to talk to. No one who knows me. No one who I think cares to hear. Im alone in my mind surrounded by a cold, wet, dank darkness. I dont like myself. I hate myself. I dont want to be me anymore. I'm scared. I'm weak. I'm vulnerable. Someone recognize your time to strike and just finish me.
I feel like i could literally be screaming help at the top of my lungs and people would let me drown.
I dont know how else to tell people that I need help.
Maybe I'm supposed to end it.
Maybe people are trying to tell me to do it.
The Strikeout =]
You: you smell nice.
Me: thanks it's the weed.
Girlfriend
Bought an ink pen.
I’m depressed and think about suicide in increasing intervals but belittle that fact by chalking it up to me being sensitive and weak when really I should be getting professional help.
I miss you
