#vent aesthetic
The stars are so nice.
The stars doesn’t call me an waste of existence.
I need a long hug and a gentle punch in the face with a chair or something.
I HATW HIM SO MUCH I FEEL SO USED IM SO DISGUSTING OF COURSE HE DOESNT LOVE ME WHY WOULD HE
you made it hurt
I can’t stop dreaming about fucking killing her
You know what’s not fucking fair? The fact that I don’t even get to remember my own fucking childhood
i just want them to love me
Me: literally about to pass out from blood loss
My mom: fuck off you’re fine
Ever nurse in unison: no she’s extremely not fine
please let this be what you want
you deserve to die like we did
Mom: you not putting away the laundry I did is a personal attack. You don’t care about how much I put into doing that laundry
Me, who was just fucking tired: yeah totally I did it just to spite you specifically
you took it from me
I feel so fucking alone
my stomach hurts
