Crazzyyyramblings - Crazy

And in the end I seriously don't think I could actually kill myself. When it all boils down, I truly don't think I'd be able to. But thinking of it and obsessing over and all the what ifs and possibilities somehow makes me feel a little better. It's terrifying yet soothing. And I know that doesn't make sense. I can't make sense of it.

i wait for you

no one haunts me more than the spirit of my wasted potential

fear of rejection be making me act CRAAAAZYY

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I used to do personality tests a lot, looking for something to tell me who I really am, an answer that's satisfying.

People would describe me and it never felt real, but who was I to dispute it?

I never felt like I knew who I was and every description of me, from golden admiration to scathing hatred, never felt like it was me.

trying not to get attached