I Do

Can’t complain about being shot when you’re the one who pulled the trigger

March 4, 1926 Journals of Anais Nin 1923-1927 [volume 3]

Am I even that mentally ill though lowkey

Like maybe it’s in my head

My birthday makes me quite sad and I wish it didn’t cuz I’m lowkey crashing my own party

it's eating away at me Ngl

I don’t even have words for what is going on inside me anymore. Sore? Exhausted? Worn? Helpless? I don’t know. I just know whatever I’m feeling is too much to bear on my own. I feel like an omen, I feel like I hold everyone back, and I know by expressing these feelings it creates some sort of truth within them, but I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what to say. I am feeling so much, and I feel like I’m nothing but a liability. I feel like everything I say just makes things infinitely worse.

Does anyone else feel like they can’t have a conversation without making the person uncomfortable at some point because you lowkey make everything sad

yasuhiro nightow / @ countthefighters / ocean vuong / jamie anderson / dylan krieger

thinking a lot about how nostalgia is a lying cunt