How The Idea Of Randomly Posting A Goodbye Message And Offing Myself Starts To Feel Past 12 Pm

nobody:

me: *likes a post*

my ocd: was that post you liked actually good? what if that person is secretly bad and people find out and then you're a bad person by association because you liked their post? what if this post has secret dogwhistles that you don't know about? and by liking it that means you agree with it! reread it 30 times until all the words don't even seem like words anymore and the meaning is mush! what? you can't tell if it is a bad™ post? see, you actually are a bad person because a good person would be able to tell. you are going to hell now! you need to think at least 5 'good' things so you can counteract your eternal damnation!!! now now now now NOW NOW NOW!!!!

When you sit next to a classmate bc there are no other free seats and they scoot away the second they see you

Like damn I’m sorry I’m so fucking revolting that u can’t even be near me for five minutes

im gonna fucking do it soon I swear to fucking god

Question

How fucked up of a poem is too fucked up to post

“Oh I’m so excited for my friends birthday pool party!”

My arms/shoulders: 😈

who the fuck am i who the fuck am i who the fuck am i who the fuck am i who the fuck am i who the fuck am i who the fuck am i who the fuck am i who the fuck am i who the fuck am i who the fuck am i who the fuck am i who the fuck am i who the fuck am i who the fuck am i who the fuck am i who the fuck am i who the fuck am i who the fuck am i who the fuck am I who the fuck—

Can’t wait to go out with my grandma tonight knowing she’s gonna fucking destroy every bit of my self worth

having a hard time caring about anything, feels inevitable that i will kill myself

i fucking hate it here