im the girl w the sick savior complex

anyways

people who enjoy living life r very annoying to me. i dont think i’ll ever enjoy all the noise.

DEATH TO LOW RISE JEANS

DEATH TO ALL OF THEM

idc if my feet hurt, i do care if my TOE NAILS hurt and im so distressed

the relationship a mentally unstable individual has with their favorite fictional character is one of the purest form of unbounded love in the world.

just saw someone hate on my favorite fc and i am so fucking violent rn like i hope u die i hope everyone u love dies fuck u

u might think i’m /j but im so /srs i’m actually sending so many bad vibes and manifesting so much ill on them.

failing a class because of being “absent” a few times is the most infuriating thing ever. I literally wanna end my shit because it’s not even an important class, I hate it here.

i can’t believe people who prayed on my downfall are winning.

i know the plot, this is a joke, don’t write that essay

listening to my arab playlist

yt oomf on twitter was like “oomf did a face reveal and shes just a basic white girl” GIRL THATS YOUR SISTER IN CAUCASITY.

just because you watch anime, are a fujoshi and have fuck ass bangs does NOT mean you’re not a basic white girl. be serious please.

false alarm im still standing

what do i know of myself? absolutely nothing. i don’t know anything about who i am anymore, i’m not even resembling the person i was a few years ago and that person would’ve hated me so much and they’d probably be right. i try not to do this that often or say it a lot, i try to ignore or not feed into it. i try to remember what was my life before and what it is like now. but still, even without the comparison, i don’t know who i am but i know i’m not happy w it. i don’t like this person.

im so scared and terrified and lonely at all times. so i tried finding solace and community in something, i tried distracting myself and finding an outlet for my creativity and thoughts and jokes, with people who found me amusing or nice. but i’m still hurting and i’m very scared of the days and my comfort has turned into a weapon and i hate myself for it. i hate myself and idek what i’ve done to blame myself. its very confusing, isn’t it?