I wish I could go back in time and somehow make myself never exist. The world is a shitty place and could definitely do without me.>>
i can’t wait until october when there’s no sun outside and everything is cute colors and it’s cold and there are terrible horror movies on tv, my power is at its peak then
i’m such a charity case.
i feel like a main reason people talk to me is because they feel bad for me, or to make themselves feel better.
i feel selfish and tired and annoying.
i want someone to make me happy.
i want to make someone happy.
i feel as if i’ll never find him and i need to be content with that.