i know i should, its the logical and the best course of action to heal. And yet i cant bring myself to do that yet, i feel an invisible chain hold me back, perhaps its fear

when does the sorrow end, months can go by and yet i remain feeling my inner weeping every hour of the day. i try to extend my hands in hopes of grabbing what was already long gone. absentmindedly thinking of what it could've been, what i have forever cast away. forever more

maybe i should never try again, it has only ended in disaster for people around me, and the only recurring factor is that its me.
if i can hold the pain and hide my agony perhaps people would stay happier and joyful.
but to what end, whats the point if i cant enjoy it alongside others
im forlorn

You know what, fuck egg shells, whats wrong with walking on them, who the fuck is gonna complain, the unborn egg????? birds???????? people who hate the noise of egg shells???????? fuck em, you enjoy your egg shell walking, feel how your weight OBLITERATES the shell, gain satisfaction from it

im sorry he's still super shady to me

If it makes you feel better it made me laugh thinking of u having literally the worst day possible, like your own personal hell
And then going to eat your pasta only to find it overcooked and yelling at the high heavens like kratos screaming at zeus but with a bunch of spaghetti in hand instead