i need to fucking get out of here. i need to fucking run. fuck. fuck this. let me fucking scream. let me fucking break something. all i have the power to break is myself. i can only tear my skin so much without people noticing. fuck this. fuck this empty shit.
im ruining your life. you don’t know it but i am. you could be exploring so much more, learning so much more, experiencing so much more if i wasn’t as big of a part of your life as i am. i feel so powerless. so useless. i feel like an empty shell that people keep on throwing titles on like marbles. theyre nice names, beautiful names, but they just bounce off of my shell. they cause little dents that hurt me. they don’t even sink in. i’m terrified of sleeping
I’m not coping so well with the emptiness of existence right now
I need this out of my body. I feel sick.
It’s a really big problem.
the fact that i don’t think i have a problem.
you don’t think it looks ugly?
I love the way my skin looks when it’s been torn to shreds.