Why is my life just an endless series of being shat on
tumblr is basically a gay bar in a mental institute
2 weeks into a brand new flat with my best friend and basically had someone from the building move in…They invite themselves round every single day for hours at a time, I’ve never felt so drained. Given my mental state at the moment I feel like I could flip at any time. Is it too much to ask to have my own home to relax in.
My friend feels sorry for her as she seems lonely which is fair enough but having someone we’ve just met round every single day is a bit too much lmao She gets that to an extent but just keeps letting this person take and I swear I’m going to have a breakdown and seem like I’m the crazy one
If the only thing missing from your day is 55 seconds of a bat, eating watermelon, then here's 55 seconds of a bat, eating watermelon.
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Nothing seems to block out the pain anymore. It just feels like I’m trying to keep my head above water. It’s so fucking pathetic that I’m letting such stupid things get to me but I can’t not. I’m not built for this. The only time I’m happy is when I’m pissed and don’t have to feel the pain
Well I’ve just had my heart utterly broken.
Why do people act massively full on and then act so flaky. Over and over again. Fucking communicate
not to sound like a total slut but oh boy it would be so nice to have a really long hug and some reassurance