i’m going to cry until i get what i want
i’m not bitter. and because sometimes people feel very far away
(the adjective and adverb forms of bitter tend to have different meanings)
talking to him made me bitterly sad.
i started sobbing again because of how badly i want him to tell me that it will be okay
there isn’t even an “it” and i don’t understand what “okay” is and those words never meant anything anyway but i want to hear them so much
crying and feeling too sorry for myself to stop and do anything
maybe i’ll eat too much and hate myself or take a pill and see what happens
i disgust myself idk i can’t have a worthwhile coherent thought
don’t hate your body because it’s too fat or too thin hate it because it’s a prison of flesh and its existence is meaningless
(Source: yufeelme, via nastynarcotics)