i should’ve killed myself 3 years ago
not to be disrespectful but *shoots myself in the head*
i can hate myself to extents you can’t even imagine babygirl
✨please someone kill me✨
*opens book to study*
i wish i could simply disappear into thin air
if I could go back in time I’d abort myself
*gets an old trauma memory back* sweet. bonus backstory unlocked
no amount of caffeine can kick the depression out
man I hate myself so much it’s not even a joke anymore
Everyone thinks a pill is going to cure everything-
huh a new year let’s see if i can get out of this household or not
I’m studying after 3 weeks. I’m studying. it feels nice
“They’re only human” So was I. And I was child. Is this what ‘humans’ do to children? How is it between an adult and a child, only the adult is considered human? What is the child, a piece of debris? A target for whoever is feeling that human means causing destruction and pain in their tracks?
It takes dehumanizing me to make them human. Either they’re human, and I’m a receptacle of pain, or I’m human, and they’re a monster who devoured my life.