Being Here I Tend To Forget Home Is Just Another Place Filled With Infuriating People

Feeling so sick of myself and everyone around me these days, I can't wait for this stupid fucking exam to end so I can get lost in the void. And thank God almost everyone's going home after the exam. I hope they don't give much work so I can just have Sunday for myself. I really want it. I want to just exist. I want to cry, I want to sleep, I want to just be.

there's an end to the loneliness, right? it ends, eventually? and i'll be finally whole inside?

there’s a special kind of grief you feel towards yourself when you’ve been mentally ill for as long as you remember. you see ppl saying they long to return to their old self but you don’t have an old self, or if there was, you can’t remember it. ur “old self” was a child. this self is all you’ve ever known. then there’s the fear that comes with trying to find out who you are without your mental illnesses, it’s all new to you and you don’t know if you’ll like who you’ll be

i hate it here, like always thought no place hell like home but LMAOOO they are proving me wrong here.

i miss something so much but i don't know what it is, it's been eating at me. what is it that i miss so much idk idk

need to make an emotional support bts playlist soon, the one i had is missing lmfao

Why am I like this

Aslan Jade Callenreese you are safe now, I'll be happy with that

i am so. i wish someone would just take pity on me. and put me out of this misery. someone please just take me cradle me hold me close to you please kiss on my forehead while you dive that fucking knife through my heart. please hold me until I die and put me down gently. tell me you could have loved me if I wasn't so fucked

Why does when something happens I have to limit myself, why can't I just fucking not ruin everything for myself