Madohomu Is My Entire Existence. It Is The Air I Breath And The Blood That Courses Through My Body. Everything

i havrnt dine any sorrt of sh simce like april 14th HWAT

i might not be a saint but i sure as hell don't deserve to be treated this way

i'm too stressed but also never stressed enough, does that make sense?

i feel very crazy

i have a fear of existing in public, everything about it is just so terrifying

1 LITER OF WATER IN 2 MINUTES GUYS🙏🙏🙏

what i wouldn't give to be light yagami

"i have the endurance of a god," i say, knowing damn well i haven't endured shit

i wanna cut soooo badly this is actual torture. 24 days of pure hell

sometimes i'm tempted to ask my online friends if they think i'm pretty (i love external validation) but then i remember they've never even seen my fucking face