I am super depressed lately. When I do sleep it’s restless and unsatisfactory. I’m scared, I feel like a waste of life, and nothing seems to be falling my way. I am worthless, so utterly worthless, and I don’t know if I am actually capable of becoming worthy of the people around me. The more broken I feel the more I try to project positivity, I know I can snap when I’m low and I don’t want to be the cause of displeasure for others. I just know how awful I feel and if I can make someone feel recognized and cared for I want to.
But I can’t stop puking lately, I feel so sick. I don’t know anymore if I’m actually sick or if I am physically sickened by my own existence.
My sister is a pathological liar and seriously needs to grow the hell out of it.
My sister is a psycho, my sister is a psycho, my sister is a psycho.
Jupiter and its moons Europa, Ganymede, Callisto, and the Earth’s moon all caught in the same photo.
Girl, you gotta build up dem calves