To me sex and weed are the same thing
Makes sexual joke
*low key seeing if you’re down*
Holy fuck shit my anxiety rn
Me: *looks into mirror*
Me: Ahh yes… This is what failure looks like!
Egal was ich tu, ich habe immer das Gefühl, dass ich was falsch mache, auch wenn alle sagen es sei richtig.
What the fuck is the universe trying to teach me right now
““Ich bin die Person, die früher oder später von jedem ersetzt wird.””
— (via porzelan-puepchen)
Hand holding during sex, that’s that good shit
exco:
i’m a horrible texter but i’m also really bad at talking to people in person so i really have nothing going for me
So i guess thats Another Year gone,
Bye bye.
Nothing went like Plan and Everything plummed down the abyss.
No goals, no meaning, no selfesteem
The only things that stay with me are insanity and Anxiety.
“What a life” i tell myself every night, “no purpose ” and i’m goddamn right.
Nothing’s like the feeling that hits you when you’re sitting on your couch at Midnight thinking it’s your birthday, things should get better now.
But nothing changes, Year for year new excuses, new storys, new mindset, but still nothing changes.
Still a child, at least in my mind, not prepared for this world, but still i want to die.
I’m a former hollow shell of myself and i cant find the drive to push the soundtrack of my life.
Nothing makes sense anymore, everything hurts but at the same time i feel nothing.
Just an empty shell sitting here on the couch, writing this text to get along, with this ugly ass world i find myself in.
Every morning i wake asking myself if this is the day, the day i find a way out of this hole but every attempt i make of Climbing out of it, i just pummel even deeper down.
Now i feel trapped inside a black hole, watching the world fade to nothing in front of me.
I can still hear their voices shouting that it’ll be alright but there’s just no way i can respond to them.
No way out…
traped
I just feel traped
Is it normal for a boy who once had the whole world ahead of him, to get lost and never get back on track…
Every year it gets worse…
First the depressions came
Then the Sickness
Then drugs…
Whats next ?
I need a savior, but how am i gonna trust him…
It feels like taking promethazin…
Everything slows down and i cant trust anyone… not even myself…
I hate to admit it but i need help…
But im still to proud to accept it…
Sometimes i wish i could be dead
or just go get a lobotomy
Cause every single thing makes me nervous
And just the the thought of it…
I fell in love with the idea
But not yet strong enough to do it…
Someday i’ll have the courage to end it all…
Till then,
Hang in there tight!
You can still end it another time…
mood: want your attention but don’t wanna bother you
I guess memories are made of somewhat…
peculiar…
Trying to catch them could be dangerous, with catastophical results.
The good ones are hard to catch,
the bad ones on the other hand…
they are even harder to keep away.