Whenever I Get Upset It's Like It Doesn't Even Matter. It Always "You Don't Know How To Take A Joke"

I want this to be serious but I'm also like rlly afraid.

Theyre wonderful, they absolutely are, the person I'm afraid of is myself. I'm afraid of fucking up, afraid of not loving enough, so afraid my mind makes up this concept of loving too deeply and being afraid of that because I'm afraid of being hurt or crossing the wrong lines.

I really need a fucking break, or a gun

Or just ignore me I guess, that doesn't hurt at all...

I want us to become one, for our skin to melt together and hearts thumping against Each other, veins pumping shared blood as our arms are forever stuck holding onto the other in a loving embrace, faces pressed together cheek to cheek. All until we are one messy blob of flesh and blood forever united.

how can somebody love the disgusting thing i have become?

being chronically on tumblr is so embarrassing because i look like a crazed stalker liking peoples posts 1 millisecond after it was posted

my insides feel rotten, i dont feel like a real person