it's like i am literally never going to own a house or find authentic love or escape the clutches of late stage capitalism so really what am i living for
It's been literal years since I've put anything on here. I thought I was such hot shit posting my poetry. I promise I'm better now 😅
when you’ve been in so much emotional and mental turmoil recently that going back to feeling absolutely nothing is actually comforting
Work was slow today. Got myself to eat half a burger for dinner, but I didn't eat breakfast so I guess it's not really that much of an achievement
Without my mental illness I wouldn't know who I am but, because of my mental illness I have no sense of self. Like the logic is super crazy.
21F & tired. my old poems are seriously so bad. idk what this is turning into. I just want someone to talk to. open dms
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