Having A Hard Time Caring About Anything, Feels Inevitable That I Will Kill Myself

Why can I not stop fuxking thinking about it nothing even happened today oh my god what he fuck

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—

sorry i never replied. everyday is blending together and im losing sense of time

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

My arms/shoulders: 😈

“Yay okay I’m finally done with band I’m gonna go home and read fan fiction and then sleep it’s gonna be great :3”

My ears:

Can anyone else just like… not handle germs? At fucking all?

I was walking my dog and picked up her shit like a normal fucking dog owner does and then went home and had a 30 minute mental breakdown cleaning my hands until they were fucking raw

What the fuck

"You are so mature for your age." Well, at least one of us had to act mature in this shithole excuse of a family.

genuinely what the fuck is the point

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!!!!