in this city i have more ghosts than i do people. every corner is littered with the fog of memory. from cradle to grave, the road is paved with chronic spiritual molestations. i'm a quiet person. i never wanted any of this
one more and it kills me. i can't love anybody ever again. everyone stay away from me i only have room for 5 evil people and 7 who abandoned me and another 7 who still text me back sometimes
every person who has ever been in my life is so special to me even the ones who were evil as fuck and hurt me. i have a giant heart full of holes. my little brother died from only one, yet i maintain verticality with 19 special beautiful person shaped holes. i'm just dying slower
every person who has ever been in my life is so special to me even the ones who were evil as fuck and hurt me. i have a giant heart full of holes. my little brother died from only one, yet i maintain verticality with 19 special beautiful person shaped holes. i'm just dying slower
at 18 i used to make 1 pack of cigs last 2 weeks cuz i was smoking to look cool. at 25 i made 1 pack of cigs last 2 days because my entire life has fallen apart in 2 months
my biggest regret with my recent ex is not being desperate enough to offer poly as a last ditch bargaining chip to stop her from breaking up with me. my dumb ass was making delicious home cooked meals from scratch instead. STUPID *BANG* STUPID *BANG* STUPID *BANG*
i wish i was fake polyamorous like 80% of people my age in this city so i could be openly evil and not really give a fuck about the well-being of myself or others
gang we are still sleeping in the same bed because it's winter and i'm anemic and she's anorexic and neither of us will survive if we don't pool our body heat together and i kissed her on the mouth out of muscle memory today i might kill myself
my new girlfriend is breaking up with me but we live together so it's just awkward until i leave in a couple months. i hate our flatmates and when we first moved in together she was super depressed and fell out of love with me and now we just share a bed and feel mutually guilty
thumbing through my exes figuring out who to monkeybranch to so at least my suicide can be murder suicide and i get a swank penthouse in heaven and realising every single one of them that's an option just sucks. they all suck. if i've dated you you suck. sorry you suck
i just need to go to the club and get made fun of for being fat so i can focus on that and not the endless feeling of having my face ripped off every day when i wake up
ruin the only good in your life speedrun any%:
move in with your two closest friends and girlfriend
have 0 spine and don't get angry about anything
let yourself be talked down to like a child by ur 22 year old #bestie
let ur belongings be broken
let all 3 relationships bomb 4ever
my new girlfriend is breaking up with me but we live together so it's just awkward until i leave in a couple months. i hate our flatmates and when we first moved in together she was super depressed and fell out of love with me and now we just share a bed and feel mutually guilty
anyways im not active anymore and my life is an unbearable hell. i just come back to my public twitter vent journal (garnished with porn from ages 18-22) to affirm my trauma timeline and life events when going through it because my memory is unreliable now
i didnt even want the sd card or usb stick adaptor i couldnt just wipe it and reuse it it is filthy forever. i lost so much to that demon i dont care about $27 worth of tech
please stop contacting me about that porn i filmed with a friend several years ago. it wasn't released then, it'll never be released, that person abused me for years and left me with lasting brain damage, i do not want to hear about the videos. they're gone the usb is in a river