I Did It Again And Got Queer Ass Queer, Istg Why Do I Keep Getting The Word 'ass'

i had to throw away like half of my trinkets because my room was a mess and i needed to clean it up (⁠っ⁠˘̩⁠╭⁠╮⁠˘̩⁠)⁠っ

A life without collecting trinkets is no life at all

i took an mbti test again today, and from and istj i turned into infj

i am exactly 15 and i have more than 5 plushies on my bed

If you're fifteen or older an still sleep with a stuffed animal please reblog this.

i got goth ass boy, btch im the mfing opposite of that😭

i made a generator for yall to see what ur genders are

if you think abt it, siblings are just copy and pastes but in different fonts

reblogging this so i can see it again <3

a scene from my fic... i just love the idea of him turning soft <3

im tired

i dont want to go on anymore

all i do is try and it's never enough

but death isn't an option

so what should i do?

i thought about praying to god for help or guidance

but not only do i feel like shit for thinking about god only when i need god but i also feel so worthless..

is this all i exist for?

to rely on god on everything?

surely there's more to it

surely there's more to my religion

surely..

but what does it matter

that doesn't change anything honestly

i still feel like shit

im still just going to be the same

no motivation

same old lazy piece of shit who can't get anything right

the same piece of shit whose efforts are futile and will never be seen

the same piece of shit who's always just going to end up being useless,

who's never going to do anything correctly,

always being a burden no matter how much they tried

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it's tiring

all i do is try

but it's never enough

i always end up being the same piece of shit

but again death isn't an option so i dont know what to do

i dont know who to reach out to

im so fucking tired already

but im not ready to die

but at the same time i've always thought about how i wont make it far in living and how i'll die at an early age,

so i dont even know what to look forward to

my life feels meaningless

i feel as is i have no purpose

an empty shell

a puppet without a puppeteer

a robot with no coding or programming

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what do i do?

how tf do men’s brains fucking work? tell me why my brother just fucking rushed me so we could go out but rn he’s the one not yet done getting ready?? bro is taking his sweet ass time

and it's always the authors that goes "english isn't my first language"

reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something

my eyes sting after i cried