me like clockwork writing in my diary once a month the day before my period without even a smidge of irony or self-awareness: wow idk why I feel so bad and sad and like a terrible person and I'm gonna die and I feel insane and I can't sleep and I am ravenous and I have a migraine and my stomach hurts and I am living a purposeless life like a paper doll and I am so anxious for some reason and I am having prophetic dreams about blood and why do I bother to live in the world when it's all like this and whenever I don't feel like this it's a sham because happiness is fake and why are there no sweets in this house I'm going to kms












