Unrequited Love

Don’t. Ask. Me. For. Anything.

Seriously. I can’t even show up for myself— why would I be showing up for anyone else?

Why do I have wait till tomorrow for therapy? And actually go through another whole day of work first

And shout out to tumblr for being available for the things I want to tweet but have no business tweeting because no one cares!

No one here cares either but at least here no one will see it as opposed to my friends seeing it and whispering to each other if I’m okay instead of actually asking if I’m okay.

Which I’m not. I’m not okay.

Gotta love duloxtine withdrawal

I don’t know why I always choose to have a melt down right after therapy

I’m sinking again. And I don’t think I’ll be able to lift myself up.

Wondering if I should actually start posting on here again as an outlet. It’s literally been ten years