vent diary (sometimes nsfw)
dni: ists, phobes, antis, blocked
*PLS RESPECT DNI + BLOCKS*
I will be better.
because I am worth it, and so is everyone else I give my efforts and attention to.
I will be better, if not for others, for myself. because I want to be the person that I wish I had there for me. that way, at least I know i’ll be a good friend to others.
I will be better.
because I am worth it, and so is everyone else I give my efforts and attention to.
I will be better, if not for others, for myself. because I want to be the person that I wish I had there for me. that way, at least I know i’ll be a good friend to others.
you cannot be honest with others, if you are still lying to yourself.
you cannot be honest with others, if you are still lying to yourself.
and while that’s really good advice, and logically, I know that, I don’t think people always understand how quickly things spread online, truth or not.
and while that’s really good advice, and logically, I know that, I don’t think people always understand how quickly things spread online, truth or not.
we’re all either scared of judgment or brainwashed from years of conformity. I’m tired.
we’re all either scared of judgment or brainwashed from years of conformity. I’m tired.
idk what happened earlier but I was laying on the bed and felt like I had to vom. I can always tell a few mins prior with or without nausea bc I sneeze a lot right beforehand. I go to the bathroom, and at first it was clear, but then it was just… straight bile.
idk what happened earlier but I was laying on the bed and felt like I had to vom. I can always tell a few mins prior with or without nausea bc I sneeze a lot right beforehand. I go to the bathroom, and at first it was clear, but then it was just… straight bile.
when I look down, I’m confused. I keep doubting myself and thinking “maybe I’m just manipulated by my trauma. maybe I’m just overreacting and hopping on the next train that makes me feel more like “me” for a while.
but then my mom tells me “you’ve always said you wish you had a dick.”
when I look down, I’m confused. I keep doubting myself and thinking “maybe I’m just manipulated by my trauma. maybe I’m just overreacting and hopping on the next train that makes me feel more like “me” for a while.
but then my mom tells me “you’ve always said you wish you had a dick.”
ever be more than i’ve always been
‘cause I’m tap, tap, tapping on the glass
waving through a window
I try to speak but nobody can hear so I
wait around for an answer to appear
while I’m watch, watch, watching people pass
waving through a window
ever be more than i’ve always been
‘cause I’m tap, tap, tapping on the glass
waving through a window
I try to speak but nobody can hear so I
wait around for an answer to appear
while I’m watch, watch, watching people pass
waving through a window