Suicidal thoughts have hit hard as hell in the past nine months and I’m basically a walking bomb that’s bound to go off any day now.

"Certain words perpetually rot inside of me and refuse to come out."


"We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be."


People piss me off.

"I’m not vain. I’m just recovering from years and years of low self-esteem."


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