Nothing will ever stop me from loving those memories, though. Love is all you have when you’re living in the shadow of two lives you ruined over a four year streak of selfishness. I can’t give those people their lives back. I think the most I can do is walk away and never let it happen again.
November 10, 2025 at 1:30 PM
Nothing will ever stop me from loving those memories, though. Love is all you have when you’re living in the shadow of two lives you ruined over a four year streak of selfishness. I can’t give those people their lives back. I think the most I can do is walk away and never let it happen again.
P.S. —
It does get better. You fall further the older you get, but it takes less time to climb back up. You don’t get that same feeling of hope, though. Love isn’t as pure as it used to be. You can find happiness, but you first have to accept that it won’t be like it was.
It does get better. You fall further the older you get, but it takes less time to climb back up. You don’t get that same feeling of hope, though. Love isn’t as pure as it used to be. You can find happiness, but you first have to accept that it won’t be like it was.
November 10, 2025 at 1:25 PM
P.S. —
It does get better. You fall further the older you get, but it takes less time to climb back up. You don’t get that same feeling of hope, though. Love isn’t as pure as it used to be. You can find happiness, but you first have to accept that it won’t be like it was.
It does get better. You fall further the older you get, but it takes less time to climb back up. You don’t get that same feeling of hope, though. Love isn’t as pure as it used to be. You can find happiness, but you first have to accept that it won’t be like it was.
This account is done. There’s no point left to it. I have nothing more. Peace and love. Bye.
“I don't know when I would see your face again
Brighter than all of the smiles that came and went
Fell like a star in the Milky Way back when
But when you're a dream, you can't make it to the end”
“I don't know when I would see your face again
Brighter than all of the smiles that came and went
Fell like a star in the Milky Way back when
But when you're a dream, you can't make it to the end”
November 10, 2025 at 2:04 AM
This account is done. There’s no point left to it. I have nothing more. Peace and love. Bye.
“I don't know when I would see your face again
Brighter than all of the smiles that came and went
Fell like a star in the Milky Way back when
But when you're a dream, you can't make it to the end”
“I don't know when I would see your face again
Brighter than all of the smiles that came and went
Fell like a star in the Milky Way back when
But when you're a dream, you can't make it to the end”
Part of it is freeing. Part of it feels like knowing exactly what you’re going to be trying to replace for the rest of your life. All of it feels like the wrong ending, but it is the ending.
November 10, 2025 at 1:54 AM
Part of it is freeing. Part of it feels like knowing exactly what you’re going to be trying to replace for the rest of your life. All of it feels like the wrong ending, but it is the ending.
ONE GOOD YEAR. PLEASE. JUST FUCKING PLEASE. LET ME BE FUCKING HAPPY. LET ME BE FINE. LET ME EXPERIENCE NOT BEING IN PAIN. THANK YOU. GOODNIGHT.
October 13, 2025 at 7:38 AM
ONE GOOD YEAR. PLEASE. JUST FUCKING PLEASE. LET ME BE FUCKING HAPPY. LET ME BE FINE. LET ME EXPERIENCE NOT BEING IN PAIN. THANK YOU. GOODNIGHT.
Feel bad for me! I deserve it! Clearly, I am always the victim! I don’t fucking know! I do not know!! I don’t know ANYTHING and I’m so fucking tired and I just want to not be here anymore I can’t fucking do this I can’t fucking do this just Jesus fucking Christ give me a good year for 22 tragedies
October 13, 2025 at 7:36 AM
Feel bad for me! I deserve it! Clearly, I am always the victim! I don’t fucking know! I do not know!! I don’t know ANYTHING and I’m so fucking tired and I just want to not be here anymore I can’t fucking do this I can’t fucking do this just Jesus fucking Christ give me a good year for 22 tragedies
for any help with anything. Fuck everything. Fuck everything! Fuck my entire life! I scream in bluesky because I literally have nowhere else to shout! I can’t scream in my house! I can’t scream outside! I can’t scream at work! The government took my fucking therapy and I pay $250 a month for shots!
October 13, 2025 at 7:32 AM
for any help with anything. Fuck everything. Fuck everything! Fuck my entire life! I scream in bluesky because I literally have nowhere else to shout! I can’t scream in my house! I can’t scream outside! I can’t scream at work! The government took my fucking therapy and I pay $250 a month for shots!
I just want to curl up and cry but I can’t do that because people will either just worry about me or they wont worry and that realization will hurt so much more. I’m a fucking joke. I’m the unloved first child, I can’t communicate, I’m a fucking spazz, I have every disorder, and I have no one to ask
October 13, 2025 at 7:30 AM
I just want to curl up and cry but I can’t do that because people will either just worry about me or they wont worry and that realization will hurt so much more. I’m a fucking joke. I’m the unloved first child, I can’t communicate, I’m a fucking spazz, I have every disorder, and I have no one to ask
now everyone’s just numb to everything. I’m awkward, I can’t talk, I get anxious constantly, and if I ask people for reassurance that I’m not a fucking nuisance then it‘s too much. too much for my fucking parents, my friends, fucking everyone is so tired of my shit because it never fucking ends
October 13, 2025 at 7:28 AM
now everyone’s just numb to everything. I’m awkward, I can’t talk, I get anxious constantly, and if I ask people for reassurance that I’m not a fucking nuisance then it‘s too much. too much for my fucking parents, my friends, fucking everyone is so tired of my shit because it never fucking ends
Everyone in my life ultimately has to suffer because someone decided I don‘t need medical help. Someone, somewhere, made an executive decision to cut my happiness. I’m sure it was worth the paycheck.
October 10, 2025 at 1:02 AM
Everyone in my life ultimately has to suffer because someone decided I don‘t need medical help. Someone, somewhere, made an executive decision to cut my happiness. I’m sure it was worth the paycheck.
old people in my life are afraid to be close to me. I’m so afraid of ruining everything again that I won’t let new people past an arm‘s length. I’m stuck in a cell and I made it, and I’m the one who’s supposed to let me out. I wish I still had insurance. I wish I could afford therapy out of pocket.
October 10, 2025 at 1:01 AM
old people in my life are afraid to be close to me. I’m so afraid of ruining everything again that I won’t let new people past an arm‘s length. I’m stuck in a cell and I made it, and I’m the one who’s supposed to let me out. I wish I still had insurance. I wish I could afford therapy out of pocket.
I don’t really know anything. I wish trying to communicate didn’t make me look like I’m having a psychotic episode. I talk to new people and I just can’t wrap my head around why they try to comfort me or talk me through things. Everyone else has learnt that is not worth the expense of energy.
October 10, 2025 at 12:59 AM
I don’t really know anything. I wish trying to communicate didn’t make me look like I’m having a psychotic episode. I talk to new people and I just can’t wrap my head around why they try to comfort me or talk me through things. Everyone else has learnt that is not worth the expense of energy.
The more I see good people do the same things my worst ex did, the more I have to confront the reality that those behaviors were normal, and that I was the irrational one. How many times can you hear the same exact hurtful sentence from different people and keep thinking you’re the healthy one?
October 10, 2025 at 12:55 AM
The more I see good people do the same things my worst ex did, the more I have to confront the reality that those behaviors were normal, and that I was the irrational one. How many times can you hear the same exact hurtful sentence from different people and keep thinking you’re the healthy one?
I don’t honestly know if the worst relationship of my life was made from hate. Sometimes I just can’t stop thinking that I was just so delusional, I made most of it up. I was jealous and insecure and had panic attacks like these every night. How much can I blame her for being so avoidant?
October 10, 2025 at 12:53 AM
I don’t honestly know if the worst relationship of my life was made from hate. Sometimes I just can’t stop thinking that I was just so delusional, I made most of it up. I was jealous and insecure and had panic attacks like these every night. How much can I blame her for being so avoidant?
I have no control over my life and nothing makes me feel like I do, anymore. The veil is so broken that it doesn’t come down anymore.
September 27, 2025 at 9:10 AM
I have no control over my life and nothing makes me feel like I do, anymore. The veil is so broken that it doesn’t come down anymore.
I just can’t believe this is reality. This is the human experience. This is what it means to be a part of our world. I haven’t had a home since I was nine. I have seven failed relationships. I have no money. I’m a drug addict. I couldn’t even be born in the right fucking body, and I’m hated for it.
September 27, 2025 at 9:09 AM
I just can’t believe this is reality. This is the human experience. This is what it means to be a part of our world. I haven’t had a home since I was nine. I have seven failed relationships. I have no money. I’m a drug addict. I couldn’t even be born in the right fucking body, and I’m hated for it.
But woe is me. It’s all is woe is me. This is a normal life. I’m living like everyone else. Poor, miserable, and alone. The only difference is that I know what I don’t have. I almost held on, but that never brings it back, and it never gives you what you’ve lost. Bad isn’t the worst without good.
September 27, 2025 at 9:05 AM
But woe is me. It’s all is woe is me. This is a normal life. I’m living like everyone else. Poor, miserable, and alone. The only difference is that I know what I don’t have. I almost held on, but that never brings it back, and it never gives you what you’ve lost. Bad isn’t the worst without good.
I transitioned too late to even be half as pretty as I was when I was seventeen, I’m a pathological hipster, insurance won’t cover therapy, and maybe if my parents raised me correctly or stopped asking me to talk about getting raped like it’s an HBO recap then I would be a functional fucking adult
September 27, 2025 at 8:59 AM
I transitioned too late to even be half as pretty as I was when I was seventeen, I’m a pathological hipster, insurance won’t cover therapy, and maybe if my parents raised me correctly or stopped asking me to talk about getting raped like it’s an HBO recap then I would be a functional fucking adult
I’m so fucking tired of looking for something I had. I had it. I had my happiness and I couldn’t avoid destroying it both times in a row. I had my fresh start. I had every opportunity in the fucking world and I squandered them all.
September 27, 2025 at 8:54 AM
I’m so fucking tired of looking for something I had. I had it. I had my happiness and I couldn’t avoid destroying it both times in a row. I had my fresh start. I had every opportunity in the fucking world and I squandered them all.
I touch one human being on a regular basis. A couple of times a week, I experience about an hour of conversation and about thirty seconds of contact. I’m tired of hooking up, I’m tired of being an experiment, I’m tired of people three times my fucking age, and
September 27, 2025 at 8:52 AM
I touch one human being on a regular basis. A couple of times a week, I experience about an hour of conversation and about thirty seconds of contact. I’m tired of hooking up, I’m tired of being an experiment, I’m tired of people three times my fucking age, and
I run out of ways to repeat it. The loneliness is unending. The feeling of isolation is unending. I’m stuck with the people who broke me the way I am today. I’m constantly told that I will never be a real woman like it’s some kind of comfort. I have no friends. I have two and a half friends
September 27, 2025 at 8:51 AM
I run out of ways to repeat it. The loneliness is unending. The feeling of isolation is unending. I’m stuck with the people who broke me the way I am today. I’m constantly told that I will never be a real woman like it’s some kind of comfort. I have no friends. I have two and a half friends
It’s just been downhill since I turned 19. I have no one to blame but myself, and that makes it all worse. I can’t even justify feeling sorry. I have lost everything I’ve ever cared about or loved. Every reason to live that isn’t the making of some art just doesn’t exist for me
September 27, 2025 at 8:38 AM
It’s just been downhill since I turned 19. I have no one to blame but myself, and that makes it all worse. I can’t even justify feeling sorry. I have lost everything I’ve ever cared about or loved. Every reason to live that isn’t the making of some art just doesn’t exist for me