I Need To Stop Accidentally Melting/deforming Plastic

i'm so so so so so tired of this. it's been way too long. i can wait longer but god does this hurt

god gives his easiest battles to his weakest soldiers and i still can't handle them

i keep having dreams where my family sees my barely visible scars this is getting scary

"omg i hate that person SO MUCH" *continues to willingly interact with them*

my mom is so good at making things about herself she's clearly where i got it from

pain no longer tickles that little corner of my brain like it used to, i'm tired

Every Woman That Follows Me Is An Angel And Beautiful

i have a fear of existing in public, everything about it is just so terrifying

what's with my life and just always finding ways to make me more miserable