Last week photos!!
irl relationships are always so fake.
Sure, you can say nice things to me and pretend you care, even waste some time with me.
But that's everything, you're just pretending, you don't care about me and there are more important people than me in your life.
If I were in a room with your real friends you would never choose me.
I hate socializing with irl people.
I hate socializing.
I really hate it, I hate it, I hate it.
Why are you clipping my wings to be happy??? Please, I'm just asking for one, please, I just want to end it.
Who said you have to wear the fashion 24/7 that’s not true for any subculture. Fashion is an aspect of it though.
Nobody, but there are times when superficial people belittles a landmine simply because they don't own a coord.
Not charismatic enough
Not smart enough
Not pretty enough
Not stable enough
Not good enough
Should I continue the list?
Me when they start the sentence with "my" when they refer to me
Two people who hadn't text to me for a while wrote to me today. I replied to both of them, but they didn't respond.
Why the hell are you going to text to someone and then not answer????
I want a hug, a real hug
I hate the way that I think and act
I want to end reality but I feel hesitant
Optimistic that the future will be more concerned than the present
And so for today, I'll remain intact.
The real reason my ED didn't continue to be active is not because it magically healed.
If it were up to me, I'd probably be a bone by now, but mother always "worries" about me, so I simply had to suppress that way of wanting to destroy me.
And something similar is happening with the fact of sh.
I honestly think I feel like I'm sinking deeper if I don't have a way to get the pain out that my brain is making me feel.
Never for me to make love, I was in hell looking at heaven.
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I know the whole "If you're not wearing a dark girlie coord then you're not a jirai!" discussion is a bit overdone, but- I want to put your favorite and most used representative icon of the jirais as example, KAngel.
Do you see this gal wearing a coord 24/7? No! She wears whatever she wants, whatever her non-functional little head (like us landmines) tells her "I'm going to look super cool in this! ! !" And yet, she is one of the greatest representatives of Jirai characters.
Yeah, you're right, she does have some arts where she uses a coord, but as I mentioned, it's not her greatest characteristic and neither the reason why she's called a jirai, we know that the reason she's actually called a Jirai icon is because her personality.
The way I've been trying to learn the creep bridge (Creep-Radiohead) on guitar since november and haven't been able to actually get it, shows how little discipline I have.
WE'RE SO BACKK CHAT!1!!!!1!1!
(I still want to kms but this time I want to look cool while doing it)
"Don't over share your information on the internet, much less your identity! It can be dangerous!!!!"
But, but, but- my approval from anonymous, my approval from people I don't know 🥺🥺
Please don't talk to me.
Please don't even look me in the eyes.
Please don't remember that I exist.
Please hate me.
Please make it end.
Existing in the endless vicious circle of:
Please someone end my suffering right now, no one taught me how to be a human being > Get over it, just keep breathing > Oh actually the mood today doesn't feel so bad > Oh no > Please someone end my suffering right now, no one taught me how to be a human being >
I feel so empty I feel so empty I feel so empty I feel so empty I feel so empty I feel so empty I feel so empty I feel so empty I feel so empty
I feel like I have the need to throw up something displeasing and nauseous that is inside me
I feel like something is being ripped out of me when I don't feel motivated to draw, that no matter how much I pick up a pencil and scribble I just feel like something isn't right.
How do people manage to make such wonderful drawings and practice almost every day?
The girls no longer surprise you with strange gestures like they used to.
One of my new friends (which I'm not going to give a relevant nickname yet because it makes me feel a bit insecure about whether he will continue to be my friend)
Has a crush on a guy for over a year, and even though he has already confessed and the other guy told him that he still doesn't feel safe enough to be in a relationship, my friend is still deeply in love with him.
I can't help but feel jealous, not about my friend perse, but about the relationship itself.
Imagine having someone's unconditional love and devotion even if you don't reciprocate that love... I would feel very cruel if I were aware of that but at the same time I can't help but crave it.
I like the sum of numbers starting from 4, except those who wear 6
4, 8, 12, 20, 24, 28, 32, 40...
There are some things that just won't happen even if you long for them since the bottom of your heart.
And that, unfortunately, it's fine.
Fuck overthinking
All my homies hate overthinking
Who wants to be the:
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Bougainvillea photos I stole from my friends
I'm in my bed with my freshly changed sheets, I left class early because they weren't doing anything interesting, I got drunk last night
Oh how I regret having drunk so much last night, I soiled my bed sheets and the floor with vomit, my body felt so numb, my body felt nothing my consciousness was wandering but I remained conscious, to the point where I remember starting to ramble out loud, It's funny because it's really the only time I felt like I said something something something but I don't remember that something. When I woke up in the morning I still felt so dizzy and sick, I just told my mom that I must have overeaten.
I'll never get drunk like that again, sleeping pills do the same job and in a less disastrous way.
I feel so promiscuous when a man touches me, no matter how it is, I feel dirty, I feel guilty and yet I can't help but crave physical contact, physical affection.
I never ever deserve to be happy by someone's side, I don't know why I never get it clear.
The only one I told what really happened was him, It was interesting because he seemed to barely care, which I kind of like, please hate me and try to get away from me.
I want to kiss someone but not in a perverted romantic way.
I want to kiss someone in the sense of soothing cannibalism in which you make me understand that my being, like my rotten flesh, still causes you warm feelings even though it has a high grade of decomposition.