I Don't Wanna Speak, I Don't Wanna Do Any Form Of Communication, I Don't Wanna Type Or Write, I Don't

i wonder, does my friend actually think I have npd?

guess I'm going to fucking prom.

i’m such a “i want your attention” but “won’t bother you” kinda person

wonder how he'd feel if he knew and saw the extent of my cutting and scars.

he should leave me. i don't want to be cared about. (he doesn't care about me anyways, made that clear)

being online but not responding to anyone

i genuinely feel like I'm dying. my chest and heart fucking hurt now. WHAT DO YOU MEAN? what do I mean to you? what does Z mean to you? nothing?

no messages or contact for 3 months straight and still none, and I finally decided to look at your Spotify again. so you are alive. what? just avoiding us? because I see a new playlist, A WEEK AGO?

i don't know how to feel. i don't fucking understand anything. and I can't cut to get some form of sanity cause moms in the bathroom. I have no appetite for the food in front of me. i want to fucking blow up.

i just want some fucking answers.

“Way to high, I'm way too drunk

I'm not gonna cry from the things I've done”

i don't know why I just have the urge to avoid and ignore everyone and shut down.

i just realized, I lost my boops as well