Unfortunately My Desire To See Them Happy Greatly Contradicts My Desire To Be The One And Only Reason

yuck yuck yuck yuck yuck yuck yuck yuck yuck yuck yuck yuck yuck yuck yuck yuck. i dislike this very much.

there's nothing more petrifying than the realization that the main reason i'm like this is because of myself

being an anon is actually so fun, i think the only thing that could top it is being the one with an anon

side note though, my arms STING. i still managed to do a good job

what loser uses jackets to cover up self-inflicted scratches and bite marks instead of scars? what a coward

i want someone to want me

gonna be honest i'm chill w whatever yanblr content i come across but when the people on there italicize the most random unimportant words it cracks me up

it was not on wheat...

i have a fear of existing in public, everything about it is just so terrifying

"i just want someone to care " but when someone actually does care i tell them to leave me alone

something's not right, i'm sensing it