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yo rey, message me on the link may sent. i’m heading out but ill get on when i can

some songs just give me anxiety, some things just do, some people. Some popele are bad for me, im bad for some. I do fucked up things, i cant take back. My dad is right. no matter what poeple think, its true. im manulative, im controlling, im obessive, attention seeking. some people see it, others dont. everythgin i do has a reason, weather its a defecne, or not. ill stilll be bad for some pople. im thanfull thes… Read more

When you hate tomatoes but you realise they have the word "toe" in them so you lowkey start foaming in the mouth

if yall gonna be a prissy little bitch about something i didn't fucking do and tried to fucking avoid go the fuck ahead bcall i wanteed was a fucking friend and yall want to get fucking attitude when all i want to do is be fucking included in shit and have fucking friends and now that you have what you fucking want you dump me so fuck you ig

me when I get to pinch an 1883 penny as a Jew: ((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::])

Mal I can't really be on rn, but like, I'll make a new post in the next couple of hours, saying when I am on for the night

Guys. I have some questions. Donald Duck. He dsoent wear pants right? Why, when he gets out of the shower, is there a towel around his waist?

When will the world stop spinning? When will it all be real? There's a difference between nightmares and dreams, but nothing is how it seems.. ‘In a different world, one that's smaller, one without color. Invisible, I am. No matter where I go, I lie at home, all alone. I sleep to dream. When will it end? I cry out. No response. The voices fall silent. So, so will I. I know I'll get high and try to die. The voices fall silent. So, so will I.

lemme rewrite my poem here the candle is dim, the batteries are dying , times running out, and soon we'll be flying.

flying over fields or sea, on the night and the day, wont you come fly with me, dont you dare be afraid.

the light through my window, it shines bright enough, it isnt the moon though, its the streetlights - not tough.

the candle gets dimmer, the quote on the wall, our lives, they get thinner, as we… Read more

Extremely depressing poem I wrote last year when I tried to kill myself

They were an inch wide and a centimeter deep But I don’t remember the length As I passed out in fear I remember staying pure Not being afraid of what I could do But I broke that years ago Last year, they used to be a millimeter wide and a nanometer deep An inch long I cried yet it wasn’t enough for me I remember being hot The wool sweater w… Read more

Me when I see someone talking about 13-17-year-olds not being mature, but they make a Santa Claus, Osama bin Laden crossover on the day before 9/11:

Hello all, as yall been realizing i don’t really go on here anymore. First off im FINALLY on antipsychotics and antidepressants and im finally stable enough to go off the internet. also im 15 now and like i dont really have time to go on here like when i was 12 years old. imma be on but i really hope yall are doing well. -opal