Requisitos para salir conmigo:
— conciencia de clase
— odio al capitalismo
— saber discutir sin llorar
— odiar al Estado sionista de Israel
— mínimo conocimiento de materialismo histórico
— no votar a Milei ni aunque te apunten con un arma
You will never realize how alone you are until you have a bad day and you have no one to talk to about it, so you just be on your phone till you fall asleep.
no one talks about how draining it is when your mood switches between “keep going , it will get better” and “i can’t do this anymore, im about to give up.” its like living in emotional whiplash. one hour you’re hopeful, the next you’re spiraling
hey girl how was your weekend?! oh that’s great haha love that!! oh me? not much u know the usual ruminating decomposing spiraling crying fearing curling up in a fetal position wondering where it all went wrong dying rotting decaying staring into nothingness wondering Why me why
i have this strange feeling that i'm not myself anymore. it's hard to put it into words, but i guess it's like i was fast asleep. and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again.