And just tell me when it's over, don't make me ask
Come a little closer and break me like glass
If you're planning to go
Just don't leave any hope that you're ever coming back
Tell me when it's over
Kill me quick, kill me fast

So uh. Akaza’s backstory in the movie… I feel seen

Long dead memories carry their own value sometimes

Fuck you, and you, and you
I hate your friends and they hate me too
I'm through, I'm through, I'm through
This that hot girl bummer anthem
Turn it up and throw a tantrum

The fact that that bitch said it don’t believe in my background, that my memories are fake… that shit is still fucking me up so god damned bad.

That feeling, unfortunately, didn’t last

Fuck it, feeling mildly proud of myself for once.

I never mattered. If I did, they would have given a shit the half dozen times I wanted to die. I was just the convenient guy there when thet wanted a boyfriend.

The fact that their manipulator threatening her life upset them so much by comparison is all the proof I need.

Zenith, Astral, fuck you

Who’s most at fault for the failure? The weakling who can’t hold on and can’t win the fight no matter how he feels, or the cowards who refuse to help, who would rather sit safe in relative comfort than take a chance and make their feelings known?

TIL my abandonment issues are worse than I thought. God damn you three monsters for ruining me.

I fucking hate that I have trauma. It’s so antithetical to the type of person I am/want to be. I want nothing more than be be strong cool and admirable, have some people love me and others fear me. And instead I have no friends and cry and struggle to trust. And half of that is that bitch’s fault

I need friends…

The worst part about having trust issues is when you feel ashamed about having them. I know the people in my life now won’t hurt me, but I was hurt so bad before that I still fear it coming

Those bitches ruined me and don’t even feel bad about it. And now I feel bad about it for them. Shit’s fucked

The desire to crash out is monumental ngl

Can a heart blackened by ruin still be held without burning the hands that cradle it?

Does the beast, crowned in its sins, ever find a place at the hearth?

If a soul draped in scars reaches for light, must the light recoil?

When a monster lays down its fangs, who dares to kiss its brow?

Having someone recently tell me “I don’t actually believe in any of your lives experiences, they’re just an elaborate imagination” is honestly kinda fucking with me.

Bitch had to be awful to the very last moment

There’s something about being betrayed and being broken down and surviving that makes you… I dunno… hollow I guess? Like… I’m missing something that I’ll probably never get back but I’m still here. Still standing. Still moving forward… and I’ll keep being okay, even if I’m noy okay, yeah? I dunno.

How does it feel to be hollow?
How does it feel to be torn?
I watched my life turn to ashes
Numb as the fire was born
I heard my own heart breaking
Every beat sharp as a thorn
Look what you’ve carved into me
Look what I’ve become

What’s a wounded person like me supposed to do on a website like this anyway?