A mf can't go to sleep without a phone being pointed at them I fucking hate this generation all just fucking brainrotting away at their phone for some discord r
got a haircut and people have either said it suits me or that i look like a prepubescent roman catamite #ok. then got super drunk and tried to kill myself. these sentences are somewhat related
found someone else’s knife and i started cutting in that same spot again. my hands are full of my recent experiences (“wedding ring”, friendship bracelet, bruises from fighting, cutting, new muscle and fat) and i detest all these changes
i go to school and get cooked academically by all my friends and then to the gym and all my friends are better at pilates than me and then i hop on identity v and somehow everyone on there is better at gaming than me too and then i get on shtwt and cant cut deep either
can’t draw can’t outdrink everyone my taste is horrible can’t write can’t have an eating disorder anymore can’t socialize i’m a useless fucking chud and i’m only good at taking a ridiculously large amount of substances and still being sober (it’s because i have a problem)
"Marine, what is that button on your armor?"
"It says 'Mogged', sir"
"And what is that you've got written on your helmet?"
"'Born to Jestergoon', sir"
"Jestergooning and mogging? Is that some kind of sick joke?"
"I was trying to say something about the cortisol levels of man, the foid thing, sir."
"The what?"
seeing my thin current cuts and then the pretty fat scars right below it honestly makes me sad. one day all my scars will be thin and white and pathetic and no one, not even future me, will understand the me of today. would you still like someone with these thighs?
i’m literally just unnecessarily mad because i can’t transition i do not need to be inferring all of this 🧘 but every time they call me i cut myself later i am just insane