I can’t stay connected with anyone and anything.
I can’t see.
I can’t hear.
I can’t speak.
Useless. Just this useless, pathetic thing here.
And the hole grows deeper…
Reread my posts, all private and public, and realize the past me understands my present self.
Funny how the posts I choose to like or reblog never dies out of fashion with me. They’re always in season, with the words and pictures meaning more to me than ever before.
I thought about deleting my tumblr forever, since I practically don’t even use it anymore. But I’m afraid too. This tumblr holds so much to me and was once what made my days better. How can I possibly even begin to decide to throw all of that away. What will I go back to for support when I need the help and love?
My mom is such a pain in the ass.
Apparently I’m too stupid and dumb to find love.
Well sorrryyyy I can’t find an 80 year old millionaire.
Fuck you for making me feel so low about myself all the time.
It’s people like you that make me want to commit suicide.
I posted over 30 now. Over 30 fucking times. 30.
All you have is 2.
And you have the nerve of telling me that you’ve posted more than I have?