I cannot go a week without randomly bursting into tears or having a panic attack or experiencing the most acute sense of existential crisis.
It's like a bomb goes off inside my soul and shatters the fortresses/compartments I've built to repress everything.

I don't know how to fix it. I need help.

When you get drunk the night before in order to wake up hungover, because at least you'll know why you feel like shit the next day, rather than waking up sober and not knowing why you feel like shit, but you slept through your hangover, so you still wake up sober feeling like shit ( Read more... )

Curiously bereft of emotions.
Need to get out of the house more.

Was supposed to go into work to finish off sundry items today. /shrugs

men are funny... they notice weird things. like me not brushing my hair this morning = doing sth with my hair

( TW: suicidal ideation, auto-cannibalism? )

being followed on social media (other than FB) by irl people freaks me out. have they discovered my fandom stuff too?! !!!

my year is over ( Read more... )

one of these days imma go through the tags and warnings on the fics i read just to catalogue exactly how fucked up i am

/shrugs/ i dunno, most days i revel in my perversity, but today i am hit by a rare bout of conscience

draped over me.

a distinct feeling of being an unperson.

deep down the terrible conviction that you are fundamentally broken/flawed/unwhole/inhuman.
a golem, clay brittle and crumbling to the earth/dust from which you came. the א the aleph cracked/smudged/damaged.

aren't you sometimes seized by the terrible feeling that there is something a little ( Read more... )

every snapchap conversation between my sister and i inevitably devolve into uglier and uglier selfies.

i miss the little shit

( Mundane bullshit, y'know, life... )