tumblr felt like a community village where all my friends were and it felt the most like a digital home for me and ever since ive felt lost and alone online

BUGS ON MY BED HELP ME GET THESE BUGS OFF MY BED

when you block someoen it doesn't reduce your follower count?? so i'll just amass a huge number of ghosts that follow me and cant even look at my posts. stupid!!!

mania and dementia jus like segagorath

FUCKICEFUCKICEFUCKICE FUCK ICE FUCK ICE FUCK ICE

feeling emotional, feeling like i don't want to hate myself for being me! i want to draw, i want to write, i want to live!!!

THERE IS NO WAY I WILL RUN AWAY FROM ALL OF MY FRIGHTS
LONG AS THE VOICE INSIDE ME SAYS "GO", I WILL ALWAYS KEEP ON RUNNIN'
THERE IS NO WAY TO STOP ME FROM GOIN' TO THE VERY TOP
IT DOESN'T MATTER WHO IS WRONG OR WHO IS RIGHT

this place sucks for expression!! i feel contained!! like a dog in a kernel.....