I'm not feeling like myself and nothing ever seems to help. went to the doctor and she said I was fine but every movie that I see makes me cry.
It's like somebody put a weight on my chest. I should talk to a friend but I can't get out of bed. my head is spinning and my stomach is sick.
empty, look at me. I'm a zombie in my body. I'm a train off of the track.
I feel dirty, I feel rotten and the colors are all flat. I'm a sad shell of a woman and I've got maggots for brains.
Forwarded from ๐๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐๐ฏ ๐
๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ (it's Maggie)
๏นโ๏นโ๏นโจ๏ธ๐ชฟ๏นโ๏นโ
๐ฅ๐๐๐๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐๐บ๐๐พ ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐พ๐ ๐ ๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐บ๐๐๐๐๐๐พ ๐ผ๐พ๐ ๐พ๐ป๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ผ๐๐บ๐๐บ๐ผ๐๐พ๐, ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐จโ๐ ๐ ๐ผ๐๐พ๐บ๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐พ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐ ๐๐๐เพโ ื แ
๐ฅ๐๐๐๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐๐บ๐๐พ ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐พ๐ ๐ ๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐บ๐๐๐๐๐๐พ ๐ผ๐พ๐ ๐พ๐ป๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ผ๐๐บ๐๐บ๐ผ๐๐พ๐, ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐จโ๐ ๐ ๐ผ๐๐พ๐บ๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐พ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐ ๐๐๐เพโ ื แ
Jude Duarte
I wish we tried to hold her
should've kept an open line
I'm imagining again
it's past my bedtime
should've kept an open line
I'm imagining again
it's past my bedtime