Turning Back Into That 14 Year Old Girl Who Is Terrified Of The Dark Was Not On My 2024 Bingo Card Lmfao,

i don’t think anyone actually cares about me, i wish someone did. i wish things could just be enough, but there is a void inside my rib cage. and the thing is that no one gets it, there is no one around me anymore who actually understands because i just push everyone until they can’t handle me anymore. i want to not be here anymore.

8.21.23 - Second First Day (excerpt) I wonder how life would be different if he was just a little nicer when I was a kid. I tend to think about this a lot. I wonder how he can even bear looking at me, how he does not realize the extent of his damage- how he ruined a everything for me. I wonder a lot of things about him, fully knowing that I will never get any answers.

“always a death knell, never a dove”

it’s this pink haired girl, her pink vape, and her Gods against the world i think.

general appreciation post to my gods below:

Ares- i will never be able to repay you for all of the fight that you’ve instilled within me this semester. i made it through a shitload of work and some really god awful days without going to the psych ward yet this year. you deserve more appreciation than i could ever give and i cannot wait for the day that i will be able to properly worship and have an altar in your name.

Hermes- you were the one who started this all for me. without you i would have never discovered the light of the gods. i thank you every single day for this reason, and i will continue to thank you until the day that this life is over for always being my north star.

Hestia- i thank you for blessing my room (home) and my worship, and also the ability to subtlety pray when i can. Thank you Lady Hestia for all that you have given me.

Zeus- i thank you all father for the blessings you have given me, for the blessings i have been too blind to outright recognize, and for always being there. thank you.

May i stay pious, may i be a good person, may the light of the Gods continue to sine on me for eternity.

hey uh reblog if you’re a vent/mental health blog? I want more people to follow.

3.22.23 - quantified damage.

[in no way do i condone ANY stigma that pwNPD are inherently abusers. us cluster b’s gotta stick together. this is simply a post documenting my literature and growth into the recovery process from my own personal childhood traumas. THIS BLOG WILL ALWAYS BE A SAFE SPACE FOR THOSE WITH NPD! ONE ABUSER IN A COMMUNITY OF PEOPLE DOES NOT MAKE THE ENTIRE COMMUNITY BAD PEOPLE!]

my heart hurts, everything hurts, i leave teeth marks in everything i’ve ever loved

i had a cat. through everything i had a cat. i don’t have the cat anymore, and everything sucks.

there is a single person on the face of this earth who would understand my pain, but yet they caused me so much other pain??

how that can be, i don’t know. thats the point with irrational thoughts i guess. they never make sense.

the stress hallucinations are back along with the most violent escapism known to man and me and my dad got into it the other day. you never really get past age 14 huh?