I Do Not Believe Anyone When They Tell Me They Love Me

people think paranoia is tinfoil hats and conspiracy theories. but no. its an island. its being surrounded by loving people with genuine intentions and being so so so painfully lonely because you're TERRIFIED of the idea that everybody either secretly hates you or wants to hurt you. and you're convinced you deserve it anyways because you're the scum of the earth but you're still avoiding it because you're a coward who can't face the truth. it's begging people to just insult you or doxx you or hit you or whatever because you just wanna get it over with instead of sitting there anticipating 'the inevitable'. it's being attracted to people who abuse you because 'they're the only ones telling the truth'.

forgive me mother for I have sinned, may you bless me with your wisdom of the matriarchy and your energy

Oc

I’m going to name this character Cassie she’s a tattoo artist, I would say she’s a poly lesbian, she’s a Virgo, 24 years old. Likes cats and hates cigarettes. (I use ai since I can’t draw)

I want him to hold a knife at my throat and threaten me I’m only his :3

it feels good to burn your skin with hot water

maybe I was sent to kill him maybe it’s what mother wants

i feel like an unlovable and unlucky person

I need psychosis friends