I can’t forgive myself for all the things I didn’t become;

for the things I won’t become.

me i fear

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i need to sleep but i updated my theme instead

The gifted son? or the prodigal son?

Who tf am i, honestly idek anymore that isn’t good is it? Fuck.

Like I js have so many personalities with so many pple and I’ve js lost like the original me like they don’t exist anymore it’s js the mess of everything else now. I have a specific personality for each of my friends in my ‘friendship group’ and a different one for my bf, I have separate ones for each member of my family excluding my parents but I see those two as one anyway. I mean I have a different one for pple I meet on tumblr and tumblr in general rly like is that the real me?? Who am I wtf I’m such a self obsessed asshole. And like it’s not js how I act it’s how I think or what I say in my head. Idek if that’s normal. And I mean also a different one for texting each of my friends. Who am I. Ffs I’m so stupid this doesn’t make any sense, I js idk who I can rly be me around and now I think I’ve lost her forever. I’m sry I’m fine idek if this is normal or not I js hate all these pple I pretend to be I wish I could js be me? Sry that’s so dramatic.

Nobody has to respond

being a system is fun 'cuz sometimes you'll be like "hey, who the fuck am i"

the universe asked me, “did you learn your lesson?” , and i replied “my hands are not clean”

AYOOOOOO I WANT FRIENDSSSSSSSSSSS PLS BE MY FRIENDDDD

me, all sad, nauseous, anxious, and dissociated: damn, i really wish i could go back to my home world..

me, 5 seconds after processing that thought: what

maybe weed would make my life more tolerable right now

Since learning about what ramcoa really is has made me realize idk who tf I am and I’m terrified!

Any advice to help would be appreciated, to make myself feel better, or how to go about this cuz I want to learn more but I’m already struggling so things are hard rn, keep in mind I don’t have a support system and I am on my own right now so going to other people isn’t an option for me, neither is leaving the apartment (agoraphobia/social anxiety)

new tumblr sexyman??

i’m sitting in my square. i see a girl sitting on another bench not too far away, we seem to be doing the same thing. i see the sadness in her eyes, she carrie’s it heavy on her body too. i want to tell her she has to keep pushing, that i too don’t have anyone to help carry this vicious load. i wonder if i look just like her while i sit here too. how do people perceive me?

tell me, what are you so afraid of?

i don’t have a definite answer either it’s ok.

i hope i see her again, it would bring a sense of comfort.

i feel like i dont belong anywhere

why do my mistakes feel like murders, and the choices i make end up with blood on my hands?