It's either another depressive episode or I need a hair cut
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Yk what
Let's just skip this life

whenever you want to talk to me, make sure about what song I'm listening to, cause my whole personality will change per every song i listen.

Packup your things we are going insane

"your life's a reflection of your choices" nah uh there's no way this shit is the reflection of my choices cause I don't get high on happiness

I wonder if there is a way out, or if i'm just bound to circle the same drain a thousand times more. there is a certain dread to noticing how familiar it feels, how I've been here already a thousand times before. I thought I had gotten better and then I realise it was just the circumstances changing, not me. it's tiring. I hate how much everything gives me deja vu.

you're falling on the floor crying thinking, "I am falling to the floor crying," but there's an element of the ridiculous to it. you knew it would happen and, even worse, while you're on the floor crying you look at the place where the wall meets the floor and you realize you didn't paint it very well."

— Richard Siken

he wrote and wrote just for one reader he can't even remember.

Do you feel like

old doll

the hypocrisy of living as a human being will never sit right with me. the constant tug between solitude and company. the desire to love so desperately and simultaneously be detached from it all. the need to be seen, but the comfort in being invisible. — this painful wanting everything and seeking nothing at all.

im so good at sleeping and napping and resting and going zzzzz yall have no idea

It takes me two weeks to answer their texts and they answer me in a heartbeat

Yes, i watch the most tertifiying movies that man kind ever produced just to be sure i got a heart and it has other functions other than pumping blood

I want someone to tell me what to believe in, who to vote for, who to love and how to tell them. I just think I want someone to tell me how to live my life, Father, because so far, I think I’ve been getting it wrong.
And I know that is why people want people like you in their lives. Because you just tell them how to do it. You just tell them what to do. And what they’ll get out of the end of it. And even though I don’t believe your bullshit and I know that scientifically nothing I do makes any difference in the end anyway, I’m still scared, why am I still scared? Just fucking tell me what to do, Father.

hearing teenagers talk about their dreams makes me feel some type of way that no words could explain. they seem so free while doing so. it just made me realize how much life has happened to me and how I barely find time for myself to sit and and think of what I would like to do with my life like I used to when I was 16.

(Feeling like an old geezer)

Where do you put your grief and all your unfulfilled dreams? Do you burry it inside your bones or hide it between your lids?

Life update

You don't know me until you've stayed up till 4 a.m with me.

Being the only mature person around myself is killing me. Let me go back to being a child

As i always say " fake it till u make it "

It's the only advice ik how to use