i dont know what happened to illicit this reaction but every time i think about sex i get nauseous 

2 steps forward

7 steps back

crying actually really does help sometimes

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7DxUxSOBifo&feature=related

this is something that makes me feel very strongly because i think this is how i feel.

i sit at a computer at 4 in the morning and diagnose myself with mental illnesses. a reason/an explanation/an excuse for not being able to do what everyone else can do

wake up at 6 pm

“i am going to kill dinner. i am going to fucking destroy dinner”

lay in bed do nothing

i am withering

i am a bag of skin, flesh, blood, and bones

i am irritable bowels and poison

i am dead

everyone is dead

they fucking killed everyone

I will have this dream periodically until I meet all of the strangers, one by one introducing them all to one another until we are a close group of friends. I will set these events in motion, and I will die. 

But today in the warm light of the sunset, I don’t see it. I just see the sunset. I smile back and shake my head. I have absolutely no idea. I am afraid.

ive always been a halfway point for people on their way to better things

its nice being androgynous but itd be nice to have a choice