Yk what hate my life right now. I can't stand this place. I hate the weakness I feel and how I fight to see things clearly. I also feel foiled by my own selfishness, which seems to be a part of me. I hate whatever is inside me that makes me feel this way.
The tiniest bit of joy I experience comes with a raging bit of anger.

the internet will rightfully lead you to believe that anyone who is “mid” (a benevolent term coined by the internet to humanize ugly people) will struggle to make friends, find love, be successful at work, and secure happiness in this life. yes, all the “mids” can hope for is a swift death and expeditious reincarnation into a bug where the mere concept of self is but a distant dream. ah! it’s simply part of the Burden we uglies must bear: not only must we covet the charmed existence of our comely human neighbors, we are doomed to seethe at the blissful ignorance of the toads, roaches, grubs and other vermin only marginally less attractive than ourselves. we are truly god’s worst creation.

most meds side effects are that they are expensive.
ayyy capitalism.

i am out of ink
Should i risk my possessions for one?

The way I hate thiss
Alchemalkm ahun

Buna for life.

I dissociate so much that I even passed by my own brother without realizing it.

i am being so fucking insufferable.
letena yargelgn.

Japanese denim
my ass

take my phone beka.