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This morning, I woke up with significant neck/shoulder pain. But I felt good. I felt happy. I went out and stood in the sunshine and took full deep breaths of spring air and felt content. I came home to my beloved partner and beamed at how much I love her.
By evening, it was gone. The hope, the optimism, the mental peace, gone.
And my shoulder still fucking hurts.
I can never just have one nice thing. There's always an asterisk. There's always a caveat. There's always a "but." There's always a clock ticking.
At this point I would rather just be miserable all the time. The crash after a moment of joy isn't. Fucking. Worth it.
#the only reason i'm still here is my cat#I promised her#but when she's gone I can't do this anymore
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yeah alcohol is cool but have you ever been someone's first choice? me neither. pass the bottle.
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I cannot have ONE GOOD FUCKING THING
My job is going to fire me, I know it. My manager texted me saying they won't need me tomorrow. And refused to give me a reason. That has NEVER happened on a day we have patients. We barely have enough staff. HOW ON EARTH could they not need me.
There's no way that's not because they're gonna fire me. I can't fucking go through being unemployed again. I can't do it.
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sorry i cant hang out i forgot how to mimic human like behaviour
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i will never open up again i will never open up again i will never open up again i will never open up again i will never open up again i will never open up again i will never open up again i will never open up again i will never open up again i will never open up again i will never open up again i will never open up again i will never open up again i will never open up again i will never open up again i will never open up again.
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STOP GETTING SO COMFORTABLE YOU DROP YOUR MASK
STOP GETTING SO EMOTIONALLY ATTACHED YOU GET OVERWHELMED
STOP WANTING TO FIX EVERYTHING SO MUCH YOU GET OVERSTRESSED
STOP!!! HAVING!!!! EMOTIONS!!!!!!
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Once my cat goes, I am done. I'm planting that flag firmly.
She's 15. It could be tomorrow, it could be another 6 years.
I vow that I will take care of her as best as I can and I will not try to expedite that for my own sake. She deserves to live a happy life. She's been with me through so much, I owe her at least that.
But when she moves on, I am too. I truly, deeply, painfully cannot do this anymore.
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Why am I so emotionally wounded by my partner, with whom I am in an open relationship and who has been excited for me when I get laid by someone else, telling me about her plans to get laid
Why do I still feel like I deserve her first
Why does she want to fuck other people but never me
#I think I just should be alone#I think I should just leave and be alone forever#I depend on her too much and she always says it's ok but I know she deserves better#I am a burden and she'll never admit it
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I’d like to believe that in another life I could be loved
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I am chronically ill and life is a constant cycle of "is this new problem something I can do something about, or is this just my life now?"
#god I wish Dr assisted sui was legal#the amount of constant stress and fatigue is unbelievable#there is always something wrong and I am never completely great#i have a fucking entire alphabet of acronyms#is the pain excruciating? no. but is it constant and endless and demoralizingly untreatable? yup
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I am alone and I have always been alone and I will always be alone and I will die alone
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I was complaining about how difficult it can be to feed yourself sometimes, and wishing there was like a nutrition slurry you could just buy and consume so you don't have to worry about deciding and prepping and cooking and all of it
My partner was agitated I was complaining about it called it a "nothing" problem
#please take me anywhere but here#like yeah I was complaining a lot but damn bitch you're ND too you should know better#decision paralysis and lack of spoons are so real#just kind want to be dead
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Of course she doesn't actually want me, why would she
I want to just leave and get my own place but I know I couldn't afford it
I'm so fucking tired of existing
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