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my anxiety really has me by the throat n she’s spitting in my mouth as i type this
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men are the destroyers of fun and the pinnacle of ruining a good time
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i do so much avoidance i forgot how to process. every thing piled up and it became hard to grieve over just one thing.
to focus my sorrow and my energy into one thing, one person, one place.
memories i remember as painful but can't pinpoint exactly what i'm trying to grow past. people i'm trying to forget but can only miss.
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i feel sick n sad again i don't feel good my insides are rotting within
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