Bed Rotting - Blog Posts

I feel the exact same way sadly

Things I'm good at :

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• feeling like a burden and bed rotting

Bothersome beast, comforting friend

can i have all of my embarrassing memories deleted off the face of the earth please they're haunting me

rotting in bed

yess i have bpd!! ( beautiful princess disorder )

let me bed rot in peace!! ;c

It's exhausting

i do not know.

basically skipped every class today yayyyy cherries yum 🍒🍒🍒

oh and sitting in the trucks and taking selfies

french test 🙁🙁

oh girls just want to have fun

Having a crush is NOT for the weak

no one gets it...and even if they did, the universe is keen on not making our paths cross. I wish to meet him, the him as crazy and angry and sad as me, he understands phone lines don't help with depression, he'll see people talk about SH and think he deserves it but he'll never do it since he's too scared, he bed rots all day, his bed has become his casket, his only sense of enjoyment is the media he consumes, he has soulless dead eyes and a nose comparable to gods, his eyes are auburn and hair dark curly but what is the point of being beautiful if people use that against you too? what is the point of being ugly if people use that against you too? he tries manifestation, witchcraft, subliminals, anything— to stop the voices in his head saying "this is all meaningless." because no one wants to hear that, no one wants to share pain, only joy. "who will share my pain with me?" he wonders. he is me. he is everything i am and everything I'm not. and I want to cling to his skin, not just mine. and I want to feel him inside me, not just my fingers. and I want to look into his eyes, not just from my mirror. Voglio vivere e morire con lui.....but he's just, not, there.

TW 3d

winter uniform is back, you know what what means... hiding in jumpers and stockings so you can st@rve without anyone realising and shocking everyone in a few months :))

people who find it easy to do things have no idea how hard it is to do things

i can’t do this anymore. i give up. life wins. let me bed rot for the rest of my days. i no longer want to face the world.

ugh i fear it

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it is 11:40pm. i logically know that my friends are asleep and not deliberately ignoring me. does that stop the mean angry gnome in my brain from telling me they despise my existence in their lives? absolutely not

and the worst part is that the only person i have to talk to, is said mean angry brain gnome. 🙃

because everyone else is asleep. 🙃

"read 2 hours ago" okay what if i just block you and you never hear from me again instead