Sep 6, 2018
Unnamed Babe
seen from United States
seen from Germany
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seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from China
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seen from Belgium
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seen from Germany
seen from Thailand
seen from United States
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seen from Malaysia
Unnamed Babe
*fingers crossed*
Hoping for a better day
2019
I wonder if I would make it through today if I was sober. No meds. No substances. This year needs to be better. Not worse.
I haven’t posted sense last year...
Is there something wrong with me?
Am I easily forgotten and replaced? Did I ever matter? Do I ever get to be important? Am I wanted? Or needed? Does this have a pay out? Is feeling like this going to be worth it? Will hating my own existence ever make it easier? Can you see me through the cracks in my mask? Can you see that I’m holding on with bloody finger tips?
How long will you allow yourself to suffer?
Well, as long as it takes of course.
I hate this.
I hate feeling. I hate thinking.
Fuck
Fuck feelings. Fuck thinking. Fuck not being enough.