Imagine If Instead Of Self-harm It Was Called Arashel-harm And Instead Of Hurting Yourself, Everyone

what's with my life and just always finding ways to make me more miserable

anyone else have that feeling in your gut that's always telling you to kill yourself

april fools in a few weeks. who will ask me to be their fool

why is it that everyone seems perfectly capable of forming connections with others except for me? what's wrong with me? i genuinely don't know. even after trying to adopt the mannerisms of others, my efforts are all in vain. why? what am i doing wrong?

being an anon is actually so fun, i think the only thing that could top it is being the one with an anon

Sorry I’m like batshit insane I felt sick out of jealousy

sorry.

no worries

shit i'm really pathetic

when love is painful, worship is hard

i tell people to trust my gut knowing damn well that if i did, i'd be dead

"i love you" liar. you just told me you hate me and you won't even reply to my messages. some kind of love this is