michael i search and scan every damn tweet and every new song added to every playlist you make. i cant believe i meant nothing to you. after all this time, not one day goes by where you think of me. i’m not even worth a text back, an acknowledgment, a godforsaken breath in my direction.
fuck you. fuck it all. i wish i hated you. i hope you find everything you ever wanted in that fuck ass disgusting place you moved to. don’t come back, not now, not ever.
i hate how every man i ever love is a narcissistic, unfeeling asshole. i give up. i won’t make friends, i won’t love anyone, i cant do this anymore. being alone hurts, but mourning every person i ever lose for YEARS like they’re dead hurts way worse.
thank you michael, for ruining me. for ruining everything without so much as a fucking clue to what i could have done.
fuck you. hope you’re happy.
we're all under the same moon, and that's enough for me.
god life has been so messy lately, take me back to a month ago.
life is so bad i literally want to kms lol :’)
holding back tears in the parking lot of the community college because my mom called to tell me that my sister told college recruiters i was her hero.
taking the years of abuse for her wasn’t for nothing :’)
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 :)
i give up on caring about people
ugh i’m bored, need a new fp to obsess over to keep shit interesting. 🙄
i was so real for this
Søren Kierkegaard, Diaries 1813-1855
✩ 21 ✩ bpd, bipolar, & cptsd diagnosed ✩ helpol ✩ “Freedom is a length of rope. God wants you to hang yourself with it.”
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