I feel like I have no valid reason to complain about the direction my life is going in. I mean it's my fault right? Like in the end it's not really the mental illness that made me stop going to college and move away from my family. Like in the end those were decisions I made right? It doesn't matter that I was depressed and it doesn't matter that I've got impulse issues. In the end it was me who chose this.
Literally so impossible to find a real life person nearby that actually wants me and wants to be loyal to me and has stuff in common with me?? Like yeah I'm borderline and frankly kinda dumb and really bad at socializing but fr man I just wanna be someone's lil princess baby girl ok??? Why would the world give me mental illness AND a tight pussy and NOT someone to take care of me????
And lately I've been stuffing my dumb fucking face ruining so much progress
Wish I had thighs but if I gain more than 5lbs I want to kill myself 🙄
Rock, Paper, Scissors, Alice Feeney
when you’ve been sad for so long you don’t know how to get better because you don’t know what it feels like to be okay
"i would die for you" this, "i'd walk through fire for you that"
what about "i'd live for you" romances? what about "i never thought i'd be worth the work it would take to piece myself together"?
what about "i don't believe i'm worth it, but for you i'll try"
21F & tired. my old poems are seriously so bad. idk what this is turning into. I just want someone to talk to. open dms
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