It has been so long since I’ve posted! Anyway, the revolution is nigh and life is happening. 2020 has been fucking chaos, but things go on.
me getting my heart ripped out of my chest: okay first off, mood,
I don’t really want to exist anymore
I am mostly tired and quickly withering
I am really scared of falling apart and I am really tired of figuring things out the hard way
It’s still so hard to feel like I’ll ever be enough for anyone but also I’m too much all of the time and when does a balance between those things come into play
And I’m trying not to be pathetic as fuck but here I am
I aaaam fucking tired of being the fat friend and therefore an afterthought all the time
I love my body and myself dearly but this shit is exhausting particularly when someone who you literally just hooked up with hits on your friend right in front of you
I am a fucking wreck
My 23 and me found my father’s family. I might get to talk to a brother and sister i never knew I had. I’ve seen a picture of my father for the first time in my life.