Sheri

Hi I'm Sheri. A Bubbles that finally accepts she is not a Buttercup. tiktok @sherischwager

[sherilee]

MySpace queen ~*☆°

[sherilee]

I really do like pepsi

[sherilee]

I agonized over the perfect poem.

The perfect photo.

The perfect post.

The perfect 'something' that would show everyone how worthy I was of time and attention.

I never really thought about what to do once I got it. I just wanted it so bad. I wanted to be loved and seen in the modern era.

[sherilee]

I'm so tired of being self-deprecating. It's so ironically desperate. I was trying so hard to gain approval I had to invent an entire defense mechanism to stop people from ever seeing me have genuine feelings. I'm rejecting that energy and embracing sincerity.

I'm amazing. I mean it.

[sherischwag]

I don't need an audience to watch me win. I just win. I don't need you to watch me so stop tuning in.

Curious all of a sudden? I dont need ghosts haunting me. I swipe up and see the names like little corpses reaching up at me.

My energy is mine, all mine. Your letters can't touch me but you really like to play peekaboo, don't you?

[sherilee]

I imagine losing me is like being that guy in Seven, the one starved and stuck to his bed.

[sherilee]

Breathing the same air? How dare he

[sherilee]

[sherilee]

Idk how to nose contour

[sherilee]

I feel like, after I've had some time to recover I will start being productive again. After I finish my youtube watch later, I'll be right with you. Right now I just need a fun drink and 2x speed.

[amplest]

From @safashiongirl on Instagram, not my photo just my upload, don’t delete this text xo

[sherilee]

@sherischwager on insta now

[sherilee]

One day, when I actually need a shoulder to cry on, it's always the unexpected people who actually reach out. And I've danced this dance a million times so why do I still not have my circle right? How do I keep hurting myself by choosing users?

I'm so tired of reaching out. And I see them cry for clout. Inventing relationships they never had so they can get flowers sent to their front door every time someone dies.

But I do love. I don't need eyes on my tear-filled ones. I don't need an audience to witness how deep I've loved. I don't need to perform emotion.

So the older I get, the more my feelings about something being "off" become undeniable. Yes, it's very weird to talk about trauma tourism and I think that's exactly why narcissists and sociopaths hide within it. Because how awful would you be to suggest they just want to make it all about them?

I can't be fooled into thinking I'm the bad guy anymore. I was always the person you wanted to make small. You hated my optimism or my long legs or my luck. You wanted me to worry and dress differently and stop taking chances. Your whole life is some competition and you hate people who never wanted to play.

I never had to change. You did.

[sherilee]

Teenage sadness is romance because everything is the end of the world.

Adult sadness is just wishing you could have your teenage naivety back.

I miss when I knew I was being dramatic. I miss being devastated over something dumb. I hate being upset over the real deal.

[venuslilgirl]

I have a supremely irresistible presence that leaves a lasting impression on everyone who crosses my path.

[energy-purple]

[sherilee]

One of the weirdest things about growing up is realizing you only gave those guys a chance because of your teenage self-esteem. I can't believe the heartache I'd construct over a messy hairdo who covered his bass in stickers.

[burnindsire]