Rosalind's Diary

♡#1 Adelaide stan account♡overcomplicated name call me Rose♡transgender♡he/they♡

[when-they-meow]

assigned nonbinary at timelord metacrisis????

[stealthvenus2]

Nobody is gonna do that for me.

[stealthvenus2]

Doomed to be an acquaintance, never a best friend

[stealthvenus2]

I found my lighter earlier today. It was nice to know where it was. Not even for anything nefarious, I just didn't know where I had put it. I should've taken it as a sign. Now I know for sure I am not needed. But the flame, the heated metal, it doesn't hurt anymore. It just warms me. I am left feeling worse than before. I don't know how to hurt myself anymore. I have no razor blade unless I nick myself with the rusted shaving razor. But scars make me ugly. Nothing is ever right.

[stealthvenus2]

dont want to be a footnote in someone else's happiness.

[stealthvenus2]

nobody actually needs me.

[stealthvenus2]

i am the lonliest person in the world that nobody loves and nobody needs

[stealthvenus2]

Nah no fucking way I'm thinking about this like that Ouran high school host club episode (I'm kaoru)

[stealthvenus2]

My discomfort is not enough

[stealthvenus2]

I feel so terrible.

[stealthvenus2]

I wish i could have their secret kisses, just one last time

[stealthvenus2]

Shes dead and it's all my fault

[stealthvenus2]

She's not alive anymore and she died hating me and I'll never get a text from her again

[stealthvenus2]

Oh my gor she's dead shes dead ànd she died and she's dead and she died upset with me ans shee didn't love me abd she's dead and I don't know it and she's dead and she'll never text me ever again and she's deae

[stealthvenus2]

She has nice tits and it makes me incredibly insecure and horny

[stealthvenus2]

Getting ur sore tits touched and sucked after a long day of wearing a bra is fucking heaven

[stealthvenus2]

I hate the way they talk about me like I'm a spectacle, the prime example of what not to be, the one to make fun of. I don't know why I am this way, I don't know why I fear such a simple concept, why I gag or cry over small sensations. I just cannot get over it no matter how hard I try. And I try. And I'd love to try more if it wasn't seen as such an oddity, supposedly met with cheers or stares. I've been getting better, in little doses that mean only so much to me. But it's never enough or around anyone else. I guess it's silly that it's so significant to me when I take a sip of a different monster without hesitation or fear. It's enough progress for me.