I’ve pretty much just used Tumblr for text posts since I’ve been back on, I apologise.
I feel fucking awful tonight. I feel like I’d be okay with sleeping from now until forever so I wouldn’t have to deal with real life and processed thoughts and this constant anxiety. I’m so done with this.
idk I want someone to like me and just me and be happy and content with only that
I couldn’t feel worse tonight, I’m fucking hopeless
My mind has been a dark place recently, a place I don’t really want to be. I’m tired of these thoughts that regulate in my brain and I’m tired of always feeling tired.
Anyone else ever get to point sometimes where you can’t even find the motivation within you to lift up a cup because it seems futile and pointless?
I’m actually a fucking creep