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if i am venting the literal last thing i ever want to hear is 'oh thats actually perfectly normal to feel!'

i cant even fucking shave right i mess up the one thing that brings me some happiness god fucking dammit

i really hate how i hide myself within jokes, like i think the only way people will ever notice or care about my feelings is if i make them funny

i think a lot now about the second death, that your first death is when you pass, and the second when nobody remembers you, and i'm not scared of death but im terrified of not making an impact on anybody. tl;dr, coco is a horror film for me

genuinely do not understand how anyone could like me as a person, much less a friend or partner

i am in the worst shape of my entire life

i hate feeling like everything i do is just for attention. i know its not but then there spart of me that say "okay but what if it is"

it will be done

hello it is me Cadence B. AKA Beamadix AKA CBeezNuts AKA ya bitch and i am here on my second account that i dont know what to do with but i gave up on the stupid fun fact thing pretty quick so here i am now. if i get 1 like on this post i will set fire to an orphanage