Insecurities can slowly kill you..I'll keep this smile on my face..I can't remember what its like to be happy...I have fluctuating moods.TRIGGER WARNING..this is the real me...Now I'm truly on my own..I'm dead inside.. I never realized you'd kill me more than you'd ever save me.
I need to have as much wild sex as possible so one day I can become an inappropriate old lady that blurts out things like “when I was your age I got a concussion after being bent over a desk” and then my family can be like “grandma please, you’re making easter dinner really uncomfortable” and it’ll be great
I feel chained and I just want to escape.
Just everything… The depression that I could swipe away thinking that I could control my emotions…