Me With Pookie

I want his blood in s necklace and I want him to have my blood in a necklace

Sometimes stpd is shame. Constant shame. Shame so intense it bleeds out from you, into the rest of the world, where no one is to be trusted, not humanity, not anyone you know, not even yourself.

Shame that defies “common reality," where no one is to be trusted because humanity is inherently sinister. Because everyone you know personally is going to watch you through cameras or kidnap you. They're watching you because they've noticed that there is something "off" about you, that you're inept or otherwise incompetent. And thats why they want to hurt you.

Stpd is to exist in two seemingly contradictory states all at the same time- constant anxiety, and constant apathy.

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maybe I am meant to be alone maybe I’m unlikable maybe I’m unlovable i don’t know anymore everyday I have to fight off delusions on wether people actually like me or not I have to fight off isolation

I destroy everything I touch

I had a psychotic episode yesterday and the maintenance saw my hell of a room when I was outside now I’m embarrassed

Why is everyone lying to me :(

I don’t want to interact with society anymore I want to be alone

I hope he hugs me so tight his nails dig into my skin and make me bleed

Anyone else homicidal instead of suicidal?

what r ur kinks

being loved