cuando tengo flashbacks de una escena random y tengo que buscar en mi memoria si fue de un libro que leí, una película que vi, un fanfic o un escenario que me inventé sola
i hate to admit it but I get jealous very easily but not like an angry vengeful jealous more like a really sad lonely jealous because everybody i've loved has always loved someone else and i can't seem to get over it
nobody talks about how weird it is being ~kinda~ suicidal. it’s not like you plan on doing it but everything just feels heavy and exhausting and you wouldn’t mind if something happened but on the other hand you can’t go because you have pets and loved ones. do i make sense.