Prozac

i’m so fucking pathetic, man

distractions , distractions , distractions. it’s all distractions

the one you left to rot is the one you came back to you’re hilarious, you know that? do you take me a fool

If there was someone clearly wanting you from day 1 and you’re all “oh well you’re all I thought about today and you never once wondered to think about me.” dude.

trying to pull a “oh well it’s a fucking joke about ___ are you fucking serious?”

The second I’m overwhelmed from everything and I dip out a call because of a fucking joke you go all out on me as if I was the fucking problem

at this point I constantly wonder if this is self sabotage or intentional s/h. Why am i so careless at this point to where I’m letting anyone hurt me?

i hated how much you prioritized yourself. i hated how you kept fuckers in a circle and could only talk to you. I fucking hated it.

your pride. your wrath. your lust. your constant ego. it was repulsive. it was killing everything. it was like you didn’t even care. doing it all for your own benefit

i felt special. i felt cared for. i felt loved. i felt me. and you took that all away. all for lust

it’s all fucking putrid. i’m so tired, im unable to take much longer how fucked every single chance of love has gone. pride wrath, and lust were my ex’s biggest weaknesses. lust is the most detrimental and it still is the biggest fucking love killer. just stop toying with me.

I’m so tired of self sabotage. I’m so tired of having to take every single nice thing as an undeserved or hostile action. I fucking hate that I just can’t mentally take anything without feeling like I have to earn it.

If you don’t have intentions to take me seriously, stop flirting with me. You’re fucking sick in the head.

“what the fuck is up with you” no, what the fuck was up with you?

@June_bugsz @ANAPIXIDREAMBOI the pre-philanthropic era of mr beast was such a fever dream

@ANAPIXIDREAMBOI I remember watching his series where he judged YouTube intros or something like that and it feels like a fever dream to me

you bite, bark, clawed, and you wonder why I scratched back.

i’m shipping myself with fictional characters again. i’m going delusional

i got tired of going back and forth. i’m drawing my own line. my own that no one can fill.

fuck

she was upset. i enjoyed so much time with her, and i made her upset. i hate having to tell people my problems.