reinvent love

I don't know anymore. I just don't really fit into this world, you know? I don't think I was ever meant for it. Never can fit in. I don't think I ever can. And I don't have the guts to kill myself but I really don't want to be alive right now. If someone were to shoot me, or hit me with car, or anything fatal, my last words would probably be "thank you."

me trying to explain in a few words what Relationship Obsessive Compulsive Disorder is

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i think it’s strange that i still call you when i’ve got nothing to say

— k.b. // nobody to turn to

hydroxyzine

"it takes a village"