Every day I talk myself out of suicide seems like I’m just postponing the inevitable and giving people more time to get attached to me - a phenomena I still cannot fathom on its own.
Fun time realizing I watch a lot of serial killer movies because I can relate to the way they think better than I can most people. I just have enough regard for morals to not actually kill anyone.
shameful confession: I’m fan-girling out while watching the second season of Sekai-Ichi Hatsukoi. The Onodera storyline is killing me!
If the distraction stops for even a second and I can feel myself start to dissolve from the inside. I can’t rebuild as quickly as it fades and there may not be much left.