Yo nunca he sido feliz por dos días seguidos, siempre quiero morir al día siguiente
Me at 3:00 am
I want someone all over me. The intoxicating comfort of feeling hands smooth all over your body. Knowing they need you just as close as you need them
reblog if you:
are nonbinary
have dyed/cut your own hair over quarantine
love netflix cartoons
support nonbinary people
Im gonna see a psychologist on thursday, im so exited, im finally gonna feel validated
Im not saying i want to unalive myself but i do want to unalive myself
Sometimes i wonder if i count as a burnout, i had pretty decent grades when i was younger but now im to tired to do my homework, i also used to have a lot of friends but now its almost impossible for me to interact with other human beings that are not my only two friends.
I now that i wasnt refered as "gifted" since some of my classmates were better than me but still, i feel like i was better then than now.
Maybe im a burnout happy kid.
Sorry if i ofend someone who read this shit, im just venting.
Im making an angsty script for my DR where i still have depression but just because i love the hurt/comfort trope
15/ All prounons/ Kinda a weeb/ im afraid of darkness and the future in general/ im mentally ill/ i like music and writing and maybe poetry/ if you want someone to talk about your mentall illnes, im right here
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