Made It 2/3 Of The Way Through My Therapy Workbook. Taking These Broken Wings And Learning To Fly, Slowly

it’s so crazy how you think you forget something but your body just remembers. had a trauma flashback yesterday abt my residential stay which i thought was weird and sure as shit, two years ago today i was shipped off to nashville.

i completely had no idea the exact date but apparently i never forgot.

sad sad girl, smoking to lana all on her lonesome

having a personality disorder is so ridiculous. like girl the abandonment hasn’t happened just yet, CHILL OUT !!!

blackout poetry from a list of reasons i should not reach out to the bad people who i still love.

I just feel so ugly inside and out.

venting and oversharing to the void for a sec:

i try my hardest to be like “yay healing!!” but idk trauma work is hard. fanfic and fandom culture got me through the worst of the worst moments of my life. it’s alarming, because this past year i somewhat now have a life that isn’t unbearable to be present in. but today i find my brain needing to be anywhere but in the real world.

i’m 16 again, filling my head with fluffy stories where i’m not this deeply traumatized girl and things all turn out perfectly. being 16 does not feel good.

damn. miss you a lot rn my michael

i hate that i can never give up on people, i want things to stop hurting so bad. he doesn’t care, at all. all of those years meant nothing. i shouldn’t care either.

forever lucifer ig