i lived, bitch

there were a few things that I had to come to terms with before returning.

i’ve fallen for the sun, so call me icarus

i haven't posted here in a while.  which is a good thing, i guess, since i only write when i'm feeling low enough.  so yeah. i'm feeling low enough.  today's the first time in, i dunno, months that i've considered cutting myself. all i can think about today is how pathetic i am. i'm fat…

the weight of a universe

i want to get so high that i don't remember my name, let alone how shitty i feel. you don't care when you're tweaked.

sometimes i wonder why i’m out of touch with reality

i don't like to think that i'm constantly lying, even to myself, but sometimes it seems like the only realistic explanation for the shit that goes down in my head.

let’s think of something better, before we start screaming

i still remember the first day i told him, when he immediately laughed and told me that didn't even make sense, that there's only two genders.

mystery panic attacks

there is literally nothing that could be causing this anxiety, yet it's still happening.

this is how to ruin a life

the funny thing about depression is that you have no idea when it's gonna hit you, and immobilize you.

being translucent in an opaque world

i just feel like people look at me, but don't actually see me.