scared i’ll never have a friendship like the codependent homoerotic friendship but without the codependency and homoeroticism ever again like what if that was a once in a lifetime thing that we fucked up and now i’ll never be close with anyone ever again

a lot of my mutuals on main do actually think im cool… like they have my post notifs on or they left me a note for christmas saying i’m one of their fav mutuals… its so overwhelming like please guys im not cool im the biggest loser on the internet actually

one of the worst side effects of my mommy issues is that i get mad when people don’t like their dads and i know it’s super irrational but i get like personally offended for some reason

it feels like sleep is the only thing i look forward to now

i want to be braindead and normal i don’t want to think or be weird anymore i want to be boring and simple

giving up 🥳

i lost 40lbs in 2025 btw here’s to 40 more 🥂

today i was thinking about how when i was a little arkady my m*m used to go all out celebrating me. i had the iconic typical expensive pinterest birthday parties. thousands of dollars spent to celebrate me. and all of a sudden it just stopped. i think she always wanted a girl but never a daughter

you can just always tell when someone has this idea in their head that they’re the only person in the world that suffers from depression in a valid way and they think anybody else is faking it for likes or whatever… why are we cliquifying mental illnesses. it’s very not-like-other-girls-esque

how some of you feel after bullying someone with a mental illness and telling them to stfu and keep their problems to themselves (they have a mental illness that makes you feel uncomfortable)

more celebrities are anorexic than you realize and having them shoved in my face everywhere i go triggers me insanely. but of course you are only allowed to publicly criticize fat chicks for portraying an unhealthy image. god forbid you say anything abt the unhealthily skinny bodies in hollywood rn

new bone discovered beneath my skin

oh my god it never ends it will never get better

it’s been two and a half years why am i still dreaming about the codependent homoerotic ex best friend

large is such an ugly word as if i don’t feel bad enough about myself

whoever came up with the term drunkorexic should get their name engraved on a park bench or something

i guess it could be worse at least my job just makes me homicidal and not suicidal

gender affirmation is when oomfs say suigetsu suits me but not konan

didn’t get drunk this week who BOOED. BOOOOO BORING WEEKEND BOO HISSSSS

how i look trying to seem normal and not mentally ill when someone i haven’t seen in awhile says i look like i lost weight

about to have the binge of a lifetime

sometimes i feel guilty about not liking (real) men like i do meet genuinely nice good guys but i am just. not like that. don’t let me break your heart please there are other emo bitches out there 🙏

today this creep that always asks me about my work schedule and what i do on my days off came and watched me at my job for 20min and stalked me up and down every aisle and when i told my male coworker he laughed bruhhh

last night i dreamed i was performing in front of an audience again. i used to have such a passion for performing arts. theatre and singing. i took paid classes and everything for years. all it took were shitty coaches in each one to absolutely wreck my passion. sometimes i wonder what i would be-

i’m one of like two people on this site that gets along with their dad and i think that’s really funny

despair in my heart bc i tried so hard to forgive my m*m for everything she did to me bc that’s my m*m or whatever but at the end of the day the last time she called me she was high out of her mind and it was just humiliating all around. your kid ignored you in your own home for two years and that

i do lowkey get embarrassed about how much money i spend on dumb shit. i’m not like a complete shopping addict or hoarder but i’m mortified of people thinking i am. it all comes down to just having poor impulse control i think

i love fucking up my stomach i cannot stop eating horrifically i love it it’s a way of life

i get so unbearably sad thinking about how i used to be little and not care about how i looked or acted i miss not being suffocated by insecurity and shame. the only thing more depressing is that this was so very long ago bc my m*m made sure to instill self hate in me at the youngest age possible

what if i only made an alt to use a different layout