Why can’t anyone like me? plenty of people love me but why am I so goddamn unlikeable? whats wrong with me what’s wrong with me? what’s wrong with me why am I doing this it won’t make me feel better what is wrong with me why do I hurt why won’t it stop why won’t the wound congeal why is it still bleeding it’s been bleeding for three years and eternity and my whole life and since this morning why won’t it heal what’s wrong with me
Why can’t you like me
“MAYBE IT’S NOT MY WEEKEND, BUT IT’S GONNA BE MY YEAR” I scream at 12 am with tears streaming down my face and a bottle of champagne in my hand. it has not been my year yet. it’s not even a weekend today is Thursday
I come from a long line of people with something wrong with them
Grew up very very catholic like had catechism 2 days a week pioneer girls(girls scouts if they didn’t sell cookies and instead taught you to be a good wife) 2 days a week and mass on Wednesdays and Sundays type. I had this children’s book of bible story’s in which I read (1 Kings 3:16–28) and was apparently inconsolable
alrighty, pope's dead. share your most memorable Childhood Catholic Trauma in the notes
my god you're fucked: the lady at the help desk just went to ask someone else for help with your issue and everyone's got a confused look on
I have had this interaction before
dont ask me what this is girl i dont KNOW
could sertraline save lena kelley
I was bored in class
Fuck nazis. Taxes are great actually. The public service should be valued. Unemployed people deserve adequate financial support. Regulation saves lives and money. Focus on prevention not punishment.
You should care about other people.