At Least It's Fall And I Can Finally Act Depressed And Blame It On The Weather

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Whenever you are near, all my worries disappear💕

what if I start killing everyone

(i am of course talking about the shadows in the corners and the voices in my head)

on one hand, problems that are not clearly communicated to me are not my issue. however, I will continue to attempt to read your mind and conclude the most outlandish things that make me spiral into an anxiety attack that could defeat god

I'm fucking saying it's so tiring when will it be over. they don't deserve this shit

being:

1. in a split with your partner who is currently professing their love and

2. having a personal moral of not saying “I love you” unless you actually mean it

feels like committing social and literal suicide

I'm her

what if I am my own misery

she can't keep getting away with this