This Is Some Sort Of Mood

have the last five years been just a complete blur for anybody else

Kissing is overrated, stab me.

the only thing im good at is ruining good things

Only death will satisfy the tiredness deep within me

tell me i could never hope to be anything even remotely close to useful to you. tell me all i’m good for is being beaten and broken over and over and over again to the brink of death everybody knows it’s true so just fucking SAY IT

i don't need therapy i need my head crushed by a large rock

that’s enough emotions for a whole year. ciao

try to be gentle while tearing me apart