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i must be really hard to love

i genuinely don't know if everybody fucking hates me or if i'm just so used to hate that i can't see someone loving me

Nina Petrova (Bulgaria)   “The jealousy of Harlequin”,  2018,   oil on canvas

the crushing guilt of being unproductive vs the exhaustion of being burned out. fight.

i don’t think i’ll ever not be suicidal. and i don’t think that’s a bad thing.

i hope i die at my happiest. at my most complete.

yk i'm scared for you my friend but

it's your life so what can i do?

honestly i feel very drained.

you take up so much space in this room and i take up none

i get over so many things for you but you can't even respect one simple request for me?

being sad for most of your life makes you feel more comfortable in a grumpy mood then when you are happy

is it really all right for us to have our differences?? or are you just saying that and don't actually mean it? cause every time i show a small difference you leave so is it really all right? why wound you lying to me i thought we were good

i think i j ended it are you proud of me?

tragic

do i j not remember or did no one ever apologize for shit to me?

i'm scared i saw this as something it was not

what's worse? not knowing if this is the end or it actually being the end??

rocky, we are rocky

R.I.P Vivienne Westwood

that soul sucking feeling that makes you feel like you are dying but also so good but also so bad but also so empty at the same time

it's always our fault when you did something wrong but only my fault when i did

do i j not remember or did no one ever apologize for shit to me?

a toxic part of me hopes everyone who has neglected me will feel guilty after i unalive

mental illness gives such a bad stockholm syndrome it's unbelievable

i don't think when i kms i'll leave a sc note

i've been screaming my feelings in peoples faces for years figure out where you went wrong

RIP  Vivienne Westwood

with Sid Vicious, 1976

Photo: Ian Dickson / Redferns