i feel like my identity is slipping through my fingers like sand i fear

me, my beer, my heel drag, my pack, my belt, this random guy i met on roblox, ranch, and my jewelry against the world

'are you addicted?' pshhh no 'can you see yourself never doing it again?' WELL

'three years clean, normal, and unmedicated' now how the HELL do you expect me to do that yo

ive been having vivid dreams lately

talk to my mother and continue to be helpless orrrrrrr do something self-destructive that will actuslly help me feel better challenge

"You just don't get it; you keep it copacetic. And you learn to accept it; you know you're so pathetic." — Bound For The Floor, Local H.

sorry for leaving blood on your sheets and towels lowkey

day 2 of sprained foot. plot twist: i am walking on it

lwk wish it was possible to shoot myself with my own bow and arrow

if you think just being a straight-up asshole makes you punk i genuinely hate you LOL what the fuck are you doing

im on a different wavelength not one but TWO count em TWO weighted blankets overtop each other

migraine for jackal

i really should start using a med tracker lowkey,,, relying on memory for if i have taken my iron or not is gonna give me an accidental overdose bruh

im genuinely useless

my heart hurts

i wish i didn't always have to be the one to reach out man

every so often i get the urge to stop talking to literally everybody and disappear off the face of the earth

every time i close my eyes i feel like im being shaken yo

A HUNGRY MAN SEES HIS BREAD/REF