Fuck trauma and fuck panic attacks. I’m over today.

Got a tattoo today on the side of my hip/ass on my left side. I sleep on my left side. Fuck! 😅 Absolutely in love with the tattoo tho.

I’m so fucking tired of being treated like I’m disposable. I don’t want to be here anymore.

I have so many conflicting emotions about Bob Bryar right now. It hurts, but fuck he was awful after he left the band. I hope the rest of the guys are going to be okay and I hope Bob’s family will be okay. And I honestly hope Bob is at peace now.

I’ve not self harmed in over 5 years, but I’m so fucking close to breaking right now and I can’t find it in me to care anymore. I’m tired of fighting my brain every single day.

I’m so fucking tired of crying. I wish I didn’t care. Why am I never good enough?

Will I ever be good enough?