Never having the chance to say goodbye to anyone. Abby. Juliette. Bron. Fie. Naomi. Never being able to share my pain with someone else who actually cares. (Getting paid doesn’t count)
Some of the things I’m going to miss out on:
Being with Nylah forever. Falling in love. Sex that isn’t rape or sh. W/ someone I love. Seeing friends that I’ve been too ill to have relationships with. Icecream. Having a family. Being a part of something. Feeling wanted.
“I know it’s tough but you need to try harder!🙂” every fucking session. Each person. I FUCKING HAVE BEEN. WHEN DO I GET A BREAK. WHY DO YOU MAKE SUICIDE AOUN S O APPEALING
@allegedly_adam @trishapaytas 🐍 why am I even surprised. I was hoping you’d be better than this. But everyone did warn me you were nothing but a cloutchasing weasel.
I’m seeing a social worker and my peer support worker tomorrow for the first time and I’m so nervous bc 1) the guy sounds hot af and I’m at my ugliest 2) I’ve told him about my drug use and he knows EVERYTHING
Too poor to even buy cheap $5 wine and get smashed for the night. Or even downers (luxury). I really want to pretend these past three weeks never existed (or just me)