my writing just slides down the hill day after day. i don’t know what to expect anymore.
what am i doing on tumblr. no no no no no no no i need to get out of here
title: is it ever gonna be enough
strawberry wanted me to write.
so i did.
apologies if i’ve lost my thommy touch, haha. i’m not beta-ing this because i’m not too serious and i’m lazy and i need to skype with my crush.
leave lotsa comments though. fucking love comments. will contemplate writing more thommy.
I’m just so fucking tired of everything I don’t know how to say this anymore; I don’t care about how much you value my life and I don’t care about all the good things that would come after persisting through this relentless bullshit.
You think there’s nothing to me and I can’t offer you anything else.
I don’t know what people want me to do man I just can’t
I don’t know how to cope with this anymore
I can’t cope with anything and I’m sorry for that.
I don’t want to be that depressed teenager who kills herself over what you assume is nothing, but well, that’s just me and condescension.