At that point where nothing matters. I’m so desperate to feel something I’m ready to start contact toxic ex friends and lovers. But so far none of them are around.
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At that point where nothing matters. I’m so desperate to feel something I’m ready to start contact toxic ex friends and lovers. But so far none of them are around.
i hate the fact i feel guilty for wanting to be treated as anything but a demon
I just want to leave like I never existed.
I don’t want anyone to remember me,
I don’t want to hurt anyone.
I’m a background character in everyone’s life. I’m not important to anyone. I don’t even matter.
I shouldn’t always have to text first. I shouldn’t always have to push for conversation and interaction. I shouldn’t constantly feel like I’m bothering my “friends”. I shouldn’t always lose people.
But I do.
And I’m starting to wonder if I’m the problem like I always thought.
Warmth
My joints are shards of ice that crack and shatter and reform in agonizing repetitions. My fingers are wrapped in thick blankets of snow that I’m wishing to melt away. But I don’t want to be warm. No. My eyes are sweeping closed with leaden metal. The warmth that crawled down my cheeks has just left frozen paths that have stuck my lashes down. But I don’t want to be warm. No. My teeth chatter and my limbs shake and everything aches. But I don’t want to be warm. No. I’ve been trapped under layers of warmth all my life. Suffocated by my own body. Layers and layers and layers of weight I’ve been unable to shed. Every hateful indulgence securing another shackle. I’m tired. All I want is to waste away. Freeze into a pile of bones with the thinnest layer of snow to coat my form. I’ve tried so many times, but I can’t do it anymore. My only choice is to succeed. I won’t stop until I’m a simple frozen skeleton with nothing left to keep me warm.
Does anyone else ever feel like they’ve lost literally all motivation and all you want to do is curl up in a ball in bed and eat junk and watch films and avoid all other responsibilities for like 37 years or so
do not fix your dark circles let the world know youre tired of its shit and ready to kill a man
i am the shyest attention whore ever
I want attention!!! If you’re not busy… And you want to…. Its okay if you don’t
i ate because i was sad and when that didn’t fill the void my thoughts were starve
im sorry to everyone who has ever tried to talk to me and then realized my communication skills are equivalent to a stale piece of bread
Someone: hello :)
Me: im complicated
Nothing’s more triggering for me than when people call me thicc tbh.
And I know that sounds fucking stupid because that’s like a complement for people and all that, but it literally just reminds me that I have obviously fat thighs, a fat stomach, fat arms, and just like a whole fat body.
“Re blog if you hate your body.”
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