yall ever sit at home like "hey maybe this reality isn't so bad" and then

Why do unexpected triggers keep happening at the worst times?

It's truly frustrating. I can literally be on a roll and then BOOM hey remember when this awful thing happened?

Somehow...somewhere...someway...there's a version of me who doesn't relate to this.

I am an artist, please God forgive me I am an artist, please don't revere me I am an artist, please don't respect me I am an artist, you're free to correct me

Had a realization and now it hurts so much worse than before..

Ouch.

Surfeur doublement photographié…

lazy hal comic

guh. why

do you ever feel like an outcast in your own circle. good lord what is up with these people

and suddenly the world goes a tiny bit too quiet

y'all ever fight with the one person you actually get along with in life and then be like. damn. i really am on my own huh

Seeing ppl I follow start using "psychos" and "psychopaths" as demeaning vile insults towards genuinely awful evil people while I'm on the verge of a psychotic breakdown is not fucking fun!!! Seriously, fucking don't!!!

Urgh depression is kicking my asssssssss I just wanna functionnnnn

everyday is a reminder.

and i remember

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Should’ve expected this

everyone hates me

I know it’s mean but I hope you feel like I do. I hope when you see me talk to our mutual friends you want to run away. I hope you dread coming to the extracurriculars we share because you don’t want to see me. I hope you can’t look at some of the music you the same way anymore because it reminds you of me. I hope you abandon certain friends because you’re too trapped inside your own head. I know it’s cruel but I hope in those first few months after it happened you tore yourself apart like I did. I hope you feel so much guilt for hurting me. I hope you could barely stand yourself. I know it’s bad. I know it’s so cruel and evil to think that, especially when we cared so much about each other, but I do. I want you to hurt like you hurt me, even though I know you never will. I should’ve expected this I suppose. I’ve always been the odd one out in our friend group and it was only a matter of time before something happened that proved that true.

and to the people who read this and wonder what happened, as much as I would love rain digital hell upon this person, I won’t share it. I quite frankly can’t bring myself to care abt them but I can barely thing abt it without crying, and I don’t think I’d be able to type it all out

and to those of u who have either stuck w me or met me after this and have become my friends, or been kind to me in any way, thank you so much. It has been a struggle letting myself talk to people again, I��ve been isolated for so long. I rly appreciate each and every one of you.