Jun 27, 2025
He is not evil.
Just enharently sad...
Xoxo🦇😃
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He is not evil.
Just enharently sad...
Xoxo🦇😃
we spoke in my dreams last night, but the truth isn’t always pretty – i woke up to an empty bed.
oh fuck
*journalish post* i love the cross that i ordered 4 days ago. im not an edgy "Satanist" / "atheist" im jus a ghettopunkboi who doesnt feel they are worthy of much. esp cute conversations and blushes from compliments and selfie recieving. Idk been through alot and i only come here to post/reblog and lose myself. my 12 followers dont interact so i can trick myself into thinking i have many followers that see my posts and without seeing activity in return telling me otherwise. im lost in my mind and in reality. i disassociate while i disassociate and who i become acts different. my coworkers are becoming aware of it but also think im just copping out for my behavior. I act away at work so when i talk about outside stuff and my reactions/actions they think im bsing or fabricated a story for 'fun.' idk. my walls have been up because everyone loses interest/is temporary or i back away cause they show me so much attn and care then i become nothing. Also i lost close friends to death early in recovery/last relapse and my last two gfs have been so toxic/the ending has been so major it changed me majorly. also its hard to open myself up even to older friends/people i talk too because of how they act about things. i wanna say "hey! Im pan' and i kissed a trans girl." Or "i am not straight but i am attracted to anyone with a feminine lean/energy." But im scared of what will happen. Im trapped. Im looking for studio apartments and managing at my job and idk. This is my diary post and theres so much else i wanna let out. Ive been sober 14 months but i dont think its true/been real. Life is terrible but im in a good position. i also am in the mood to be held amd have my cheek stroked an to be told it will be okay and im a cute chubby boy. idk by who but im not too picky. *sigh* im a cornball cringedude. thanks for skimming, A cringeball corny pan' ghettopunk boy //end journal post??
“You Came to Me” by Beach House
