Cutest Thing I’ve Seen All Day

Dozens of NYC Subway riders, fresh off a Robyn concert, singing “Dancing On My Own” while waiting for the E train. (Video by Triszh Hermogenes) 

Just wanted to post my art on here☺️

Hi

I don’t really have anywhere else I can confess this and I feel bad because I’m going to therapy but I’m still so goddamn sad. But what I wanna say is that I fucking hate who I am, I feel like my friends could easily move on if I died. And it’s got a lot to do with the fact that they don’t ever message them first. SB is being so off with me and it’s fucking hurtful because we were like closer than family and I don’t know what I did wrong. If I didn’t message my friends first they likely wouldn’t message me of their own volition, the only one I think who really puts in the same effort as me is Hakuna, she’s literally the only one who puts in effort to message me first and care. I know that my friends are adults and that they do care for me and they’re busy with their lives, but I can’t remember the last time someone (one of my friends) messaged me first or asked if I was okay or told me they loved me or that things would be okay. I’m such a pathetic mess and I hate who I’ve become. I used to have such a spark in myself, I was happy and bubbly both inside and out. Now I’m just bubbly outside and a fucking broken, ugly, disgusting mess on the inside. I’m not posting this to gain sympathy or attention or whatever the fuck, I’m posting this so that if I’m alive in a year I can look back and laugh at how low my life was and be thankful that it got better. Please please get better I can’t live like this anymore I’m fucking tired.

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Hey people (:

ITS THIS MAN RIGHT HERE

BRUH AWOOGA PLS HE SO FINE ISTG. SORRY NOT SORRY. STEP ON ME PLS

Mitten who tf is that...

Is it okay to want to die?

I’ve fucked up enough, it only seems fair

I don’t want to hurt anyone I love anymore

I thought I was doing okay

I thought things were okay

My mind makes it feel like everything is fine even when it’s obvious that things aren’t

I struggle so much with trying to survive

I focus too much on what makes me happy because keeping me happy keeps me here

But doing that hurts the ones I love

I neglect them

I hurt them

Over

And over again

I don’t want to do it anymore

I don’t want to hurt them

I don’t want to hurt me

If I die I won’t hurt them

I’ll only hurt them once more

One final time

And then it’ll be over and I’ll never hurt them again

It’s becoming a more welcoming thought

A thought I wish to indulge

Make it reality

But I’m afraid

I’m a fucking coward

Is it okay to want to die if it means I won’t hurt them anymore?