B+’s all the way
Am I Sick? Am I inadequate to live life? Help.
I love those people you can joke around with and have so much fun with and then have a deep conversation with and it’s not weird at all
I’ll end up destroying myself. And this.. this you can’t bounce back from. This is irreparable damage. this is imminent and permanent. And you can’t run to anyone, anywhere..
Frailty is never there until the world has already shattered right in front of you. You are nothing. You are left to die. Suddenly, what you’ve done doesn’t count for shit. Did you even do anything worthwhile?
What’s most unsettling is that nobody deserves you. Nobody in their right mind will love you. You are shit. You can’t tell anyone anything. You can’t be friends with her, moreover with her. Nobody will elevate your status, comfort your sorrows, hear your qualms. What makes you think that you deserve love. You don’t. What makes you think that they’re interested. What makes you think that they’ll accept the love that you’ll dish out. What makes you think that you can run to someone or anyone for that matter. You’re whole life is a compromise. You’re a detriment. an anomaly that must be eradicated.
So just flicker away. burnout. keep anything and everything relevant to you and never show it. self-destruct. Just die in your filth. Bleed your heart out.