a day in the life: cope cope cope eat sleep cope cry cry cry cry cry cope cry fight with my mum eat bc im stressed and sad cope cope cope cope cry cry remember what they said to me doomscrolling until three am sleep repeat
The purpose of fiction, imho, is to experience a life beyond our own, broaden our horizons by walking a mile in another's shoes, and explore things we might be uncomfortable with confronting irl.
Broken In Many Ways This is a triggering negative self-awareness post. I have plans for moments like this that are healthy alternatives to self-harm. One of my greatest tools is to write.
everytime I get a fun drink I never finish it I always drink half even if it’s a small like size I still only drink half ughhh I wish I had someone that would like help me finish my fun drinksss sighhhh I wish someone would steal some of my drink cus they know I never finish ittt