Gripping my bathroom sink repeating I am not afraid to keep on living I am not afraid to walk this world alone
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Gripping my bathroom sink repeating I am not afraid to keep on living I am not afraid to walk this world alone
Kind of just want to lock myself into my room and never interact with anybody ever again like maybe I should just never feel happy again
Situation is better now I think but I am still not quite sure I deserve being alive and the situation that this whole debacle was about will never be changed again so. I don't think I'm worthy of anything, really
every other week, my mom would make a giant pot of vegetable soup. she'd pack half of it in a tupperware and take it to her best friend's house. they both had three kids whose ages aligned. they'd lock us out of the house and go through each room, finding every piece of dirty laundry and then spend the afternoon keeping the washer and dryer running, folding and putting away each load while gossiping.
every alternate week, her best friend would come to our house with a tupperware full of chicken spaghetti. they'd stick us in front of a tv with a stack of disney vhs tapes and go through each room, finding every dirty dish, and then spend the afternoon at the kitchen sink, washing each dish by hand while gossiping.
it wasn't always soup and spaghetti and laundry and dishes. but it was almost always a meal and a chore. here is a night you don't have to cook dinner. here is a chore you can cross off your list. and here is a day you don't have to spend alone. because really food and friendship and a feeling of accomplishment are what we all need most.
eating would be fine if it was only a recreational activity. instead, its a horrible sisiphean nightmare and you need to do it every day without fail on threat of pain and death
Ohhh I get it I'm actually a burden and embarrassment and disappointment to everyone around me. Thanks for confirming
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when you’re already in a bad mood and then you see a man with a stupid fucking mustache
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"the thing about paranoia is well what if I'm right" no actually I'll do you one better. what if it's the fourth wolf-crying incident in a row and I successfully manage to talk myself down and convince myself that I'm imagining all the ringing alarm bells bcuz that's what I did the last four times. so I ignore it and look away. and then. specifically due to me relaxing and turning around. The Fucking Wolf.
Super attractive dude picked up my debit card and gave it to me after it fell out of my pocket. Do you want to guess what state I was in while this was happening
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Im glad they made up romance for stories and music but can you imagine how scary it would be to deal with all that for real
imagine hating me and im just in my room straight up sobbing
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This is what it’s all about. Saturday night. At home. Switching between the same 4 apps on my phone. Getting scared.
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