garbage girl

I’m kind of a small deal.

I finally felt happiness today… it was only for a brief moment during that time when you’re just waking up and haven’t remembered the horror yet… but still.

My therapist and I have come to the conclusion that my poor taste in men is what’s ruining my life. Maybe if there were better men…

Is this where I come to scream; please tell me this is where I come to scream because oh my fucking god things are so bad

Pillows and blankets are fucking amazing. Being comfortable? Living indoors? Absolutely the best! This is what humans evolved for.

I just wanna eat my little snacks and take my little naps. Not work.

It just feels so icky and wrong to be in my skin

“It’s ok to disappear until you feel like you again”- OK but who the fuck am I??

I’ve got 99 problems and most of them are caused by the patriarchy.

Sometimes you sit at home, alone and feel like a loser. And sometimes…. You sit at home, alone enjoying your freedom while your ex is in jail. 😄

I get being sad if there’s something to be sad about, but being sad for no reason? This brain is trash.

I don’t know what happened, but I am not happy.

I don’t want to get off the couch but I have to poop.

I’m doing just fine… as long as absolutely nothing else happens…

I’m an idiot. -me, about most situations, but especially anything involving men

I wish healing were at least a little linear… why should I have to go through the stages of grief in random order forever??!

All this ✨trauma✨ and I’m still not funny.

Oops, I over estimated my importance to someone again. Fuck me.

Is laying on the couch top notch, or do I need to get a life?

Mope around and find out.

If it’s OK to rest, why doesn’t it FEEL OK to rest??