i thought my suicidal late teens were the hardest years of my life but nothing could’ve prepared me for my 20s waking up everyday with no purpose, feeling so lost, unable to keep up with friendships, watching everyone move on with relationships and careers and being unable to catch up. and I’m such a “life is not a race” type of person but damn I’m losing so hard rn
you're not ascending to godhood you're just dehydrated
outta my way gayboy i'm boutta liberate my divine self from this mortal shell
hopital
sore throats might be the stupidest response to illness i've ever experienced. oh you want to eat? drink?? breathe air??? TEN THOUSAND KNIVES ATTACK
does anyone know how to make a desicion
never mind i figured it out it's like when tracy chapman said leave tonight or live and die this way
I love being alone <- girl who has known nothing but loneliness her entire life and so has no choice but to take comfort in it

