It’s Been Two Already, I Wish I Could Hate Him. I Wish I Could Cry Or Do Anything Other Than Thwart

it just hurts to have such a strong word used against you. and not even any gesture apology has been given, how hard is it to send a three sentence paragraph? put a playlist together? apologize?

something visceral about my mom sadly looking at me and quietly saying “do you think your dad would have done the same if it was you instead of your sister?”

sometimes the validation that i am and will always be the scapegoat child hurts

the things I hate most in this world are myself and the fact that I’m still alive.

literally just want to die so for once my brain could SHUT THE FUCK UP

Maybe in another life I can be gentle. Maybe there my soul is kind.

i just want to give up. i’m tired of being damaged goods n hurting everyone accidentally.

This is the most in-your-face sign i have ever received in my time devoting myself to the Gods. I’ve gone to school here for two years, never have i seen any birds sit on that building (i’m a big bird watcher on campus), let alone like 30 giant vultures.

I see you Ares!! Our Gods are good :)

bpd is a bitch. miss you forever and always michael, im sorry i truly am, wish i knew what i did so i could atleast try to be better.

the urge to bleed out on the bathroom floor while music plays in the background