aghh
hope my brain holds everything in.

sometimes wish I lived not knowing anything.
Selfish?
Yeah.

I feel powerless.
What I have inside me
it just waits for something to knock it out,
and then I’m back to square one.

Life, man. Life.

And to think
I’m young,
but it feels like I’ve experienced everything.

Pause for a bit?
Can I sit on the bench?
White flag?

I think I’ve scribed my soul out.
It’s gone.
Feels empty
soulless.
Now I’m scratching at the corners,
like there’s something left to find
but my hands come back with nothing.

I think we should start carrying tasers in our bags.
Or something that can inflict more pain.
It should be mandatory,
evil ruthless fucks out there.

I feel so happy every time I eat besmam.

I love it when my friends use my full name.
Its reassuring.

some writing perhaps?

someone asked me if i’ve ever been in love. i said yes. then they asked me what it felt like, and i couldn’t answer properly. i couldn’t describe it the right way. the only thing that came to mind was that love feels like something pulling in your throat rising up into the middle of your chest. sometimes it feels like a hole inside you trying to pull everything inward. i feel it in my chest constantly it’s like an itch you can’t scratch something that makes you want to tear it out just to breathe. that’s what love feels like to me. not butterflies or the dumb poems i try to write just this muddy field you run around in, thinking it’s fun until it drags you in deeper and deeper. i can’t say beautiful things about it, because all i can paint is horror. make me stop writing
that’s all i ask. i’ve used this misery as a place to live in and i think my friends are tired of hearing about it( i am tired of talking about it)

sera fet me

me wants to be asked and answer.
so here.

1. hm thank you and thank you❤️
2. hiii
3. am i receiving it or am i giving it?
4. ellow

1. Was until you said your common phrase and revealed your anonymity.
hehe

2. Dead. ( I believe that's when it stops)

3.beg!

4. Find a friend who buys you donuts and tempts you to push them off a bridge:)

5.their were some books our dad used to bring ,story books,
I used to read that since I was really young, but the actual reading reading started in corona.

6.Damn!
Double check that and read it back to yourself. You are amazing!
Thank you for loving and adoring me( which you shouldn't have)
I'm glad this hostile place helped you. Me adores you too❤️❤️❤️🫂

7. All you!


( I was afraid I might get hate little did I know this is scarier)

sameeee

i hope you get back right on my break
( i hope its who i think you are)

my brother said a sign not to go to work.


bechaaa
Goood morning!!

The little girl in me is giddy

requesting this?
anyone?
weyne.

I sometimes forget the books I read. It's like that one friend you made but don’t talk to or call. When you see them in person, all the love you have for them comes rushing back, and you remember why you were friends in the first place.
Aghhhh damn!!
I wanna reread it so baddddd.

I used to think I was the shit😃