you are a lie
and i am the liar
Learhermouth - my lovenote has gone flat
I’m in love with his hands
teal roots era
no u can’t
don’t even try
someone get me to the doctor, and someone call the nurse, BECAUSE I CAN’T BREATHE
this is dumb
i just need emo friends
am i asking too much????
⬆️ it’s me when i see emo person and want to meet
thinking about walking through the foggy pine forest in the last few weeks of high school, listening to “kill all your friends” by american rock band, my chemical romance, and the feelings it held.
truly teleported to another dimension with that one.
the dread of walking into school.
the dread of having to come face-to-face with people who barely know you because all you do is keep secrets.
having to stand with the same circle of people you’ve stood with for six years, and knowing that they don’t know your deepest secrets.
knowing that they trust you, but you don’t trust them the same.
having to suffer mentally due to the pressure of academics.
the fear of having to graduate and be an adult.
the fear of choosing a university degree to go into.
the fear of being you.
cold, dense fog on spring mornings because seasons take longer to pass than usual. time has slowed down. your high school to the left of the forest, and the cemetery to the right of it.
clean, picturesque high school.
unkempt, aged tombstones.
the only two options you know, education and success, or failure and death. the unrelenting pressure to make something of yourself rather than settling for mediocrity. not everyone can be something and it hurts to know that. you don’t have the will power anymore to be something, you’ve lost the fire that once burned deep within you.
the uniform you have on barely resembling the ones the other students wear - you’re tired of it. tired of wearing the wrong gender, tired of being uniform.
you’re angry. you’re hurt. you’re tired. you won’t see these people after graduation because you don’t fit in with them. four years later and you’ve only kept in contact with two of them. four years later and they’re still the same, but you’re not. you’ve changed so much, can they even recognize you know?
can you recognize yourself?
are you the same person? are you losing yourself?
can i recognize myself? ummmm, this post did it
Some stupid human:
Ah, so unbelievable
Ah, you ruin everything
Oh, you better go home
Yeah, I’m undefeatable
Yeah, let’s ruin everything
Blast it to the back row!
me and one of my personalities
ok… i would like to chat with someone 👉🏻👈🏻
so if u listen: Mcr, Frank Iero’s solo projects, Placebo, and other cool depressive bands (🙂) write to me pls :)
that would be AWSOME
i can’t sleep
i’m overthinking a lot of stupid things at night
i need somebody to help me with this, but at the same time i don’t want no one
i’m an asshole *~* (<-lmao this thing is so cute)
Self-isolation is a fucking throw into the deep end