"isn't it truly spectacular how people you cared about so incredibly much fucked up your life so irreversibly hard ?
isn't it unimaginable the amount of nights you've cried or panicked or thought about that overwhelming urge to do that thing just because of those few people that have
fucked up
your life
so
incredibly
hard ?
and isn't it wonderful how you get there, you get to that stage of feeling okay , like you're better , like that thing or that trigger or that desire doesn't affect you anymore ? but then it happens again. and you're just left completely and utterly confused because you thought you were okay ?
why
why"
yeet nothing even happened lmao i was just feeling in a mood to write and then that thing happened lol bye sorry
