I'm Lowkey Unimportant

I hate powdered milk

One day no one will remember me and I'll be still alive

I think wanting to marry is a trauma response from seeing your parents not love eachother as a kid. When you see how fake marriage love is from inside that fairytale you'd think you've seen enough to fix it from the inside. Unfortunately,

I should be more quiet. Perhaps not have a tongue (or fingers)

Everything I have said can and will be used against me

I think I'll end up killing someone that loves me

No one likes rapeplay more than middle schoolers

Can I say I like something without a ontologically evil divine force (my fuckass depression) taking it away from me real quick?

I am so mad at myself for not finding the words nor the wording that would make this post at least the tiniest bit like a relief from my feelings

One can enjoy seeing