Mental illness never made me more beautiful or interesting or deep or loveable. It made me sad and selfish and shortsighted and less capable of loving others.
prob cuz i just ate like 10 dark chocolate espresso beans oops
Once again, going through one of those miss you so much phases—and though by this point I’ve trained myself to miss you passively, rather than aggressively burdening you with indirect expressions of my missing (you once confessed that for all those months, upon reading any…
shoutout to all the cute girls following me ur all cute lil princesses and i hope u all are having wonderful days. and if u think this post isn’t about u it is because ur all fuckin adorable.
me 15 mins later: "I hate myself"