come on, i was supposed to be under general anesthesia not given local anesthetic. ugh really angry.
I have an addiction to collecting cups and socks
Despite all the things, I try to be a happy person and I always end up really sad. I feel like a ball in this tiny space, I still am terrified of the world and I do think that I should end it all, so no one would have to worry, no one should have to care, no one would have to support me. The times I’ve failed to be something good in this world is too numerous to count. When does my time end, I wish it were soon, when is my last day or does the strings need to be cut
you know how women release the hormone oxytocin when you cuddles? i get that feeling when i look at fat cute birds.