I Just Want Time To Stop, I Want Some Weed And For Life To Wait Until I Can Catch Up. But It Cant, And

i’m splitting on you so hard my sebastian wilder it’s not even funny

mmmm bacteria lab specimens, yummy :D

i just think it’s silly that my parents were a little sucky and now i’m a 19 year old with a personality disorder and an emotional support stuffed animal

don’t stalk spotifies unless you want to be fighting back tears in the bathroom LMFAO :’/

being aware that your behavior is shaped by childhood experiences is so cringe every time i notice it im like ooo look at her can't even get over what someone told him when she was 7. grow up

sometimes trauma processing is weird and you have to write about some ancient old man, but whatever works i guess

bpd is a bitch.

i forgot how fucking delulu i get over this specific person. i need to just be fucking shot.

there is nothing better than praying to my Gods. i thank them nearly every day but i want to especially thank them for the blessings and grace they have extended towards my life. may my prayers continue to be heard, and may they bless me with this opportunity tomorrow. i’m nervous, but i know that everything that happens does so for a reason.

blessed be everyone <3

this was written during a suicidal episode, so please bear with the fragmented thoughts and overall vagueness of the big feelings I was feeling.

i hope everything gets easier soon. or at least funnier.