i don't want to talk to you

i just want to yell at them all. i just want to scream at them all. for not loving me correctly

everyone around me lets me down every single day

"I fucking hate my life, and everyone hates me. I've found peace in knowing this."

i'm knocked down so easily.

this is why i should never tell anybody my feelings Ever

i am definitely not cut out for social interaction with most people. i am socially incompatible with almost everyone

i am done being nice to people who don't give me even a sliver of the same

because everything is about you, you, you. selfish fucking prick

i feel sick when i see you. i feel sick when i think about you

i can't fucking escape them. haunting specters whose malice i can feel. everywhere i turn is another, hatred of me hidden, vague, i sift and find only glassless mirror. i sift again and realize i was wrong. i sift again and never find myself. i never find myself.

i cant give people what they want anymore. i deserve to rest too

maybe its time to really just ditch tumblr. it continues to bring me pain for multiple reasons

i love vulnerability. *coughs up blood*

maybe the point is that i should just be doing it anyway. putting the thoughts out there. letting myself be known even if no one cares. a solo dance with viewers that don’t clap, and i don’t care, i’m too immersed in the music.

my "safe space" has been compromised by my vulnerability and now i compulsively avoid it because i'm embarrassed

LOVE IS FOR FOOLS, 'CAUSE NOBODY GIVES A FUCK

i just hate that i felt so good and accomplished and now i'm crying my eyes out

i just simply don't have enough energy to "give" people what they "want" anymore, if there was anything worth taking.

i feel so humiliated i could cry. i spent hours writing something i thought i cooked with and it feels like they barely cared