I do not understand why these bruises are all over me. This is retarded.
and then satan said “here, have feelings”
I’m in this weird stage where I don’t really like myself, but I don’t really care anymore
thing is you have that. i dont.
i am not able to define or identify trust. most especially where sex is concerned.
These were taken not an hour apart.
You think mental illness is cute? You think it’s a fucking game? An accessory?
I go through this change in level of functionality daily. Sometimes weekly.
I think trusting is the hardest & the loneliness is a consequence of not being able to trust.