I Miss To Be Able To Just Say/write Anything Longer Than Like Three Sentences Before I Feel Like Shit

I miss to be able to just say/write anything longer than like three sentences before I feel like shit doesn't even make sense anymore..

I don't know if it's my currently shitty mental state or the meds for said shitty mental state that is to blame, but it's kinda starting to get to me.

The front bottoms - Father

A shit relationship with your parent be like:

5 months after we last spoke to eachother mother texts my friend to ask if I'm still alive or dead. Cause she needs to know how much food she has to get for christmas.

Yes I’m the same anon🖤 sadly we are not mutuals but I’ve been following you for a long time and you make my day when you heart my posts, so I wanted to spread the love with an anon message bc you’re amazing n you deserve it

Oh, we're not? Well that's not gonna fly.. Especially if I keep liking your posts already.

If your feeling brave about it, send me a DM or comment so I know who you are and I'll def follow you back 🤘💀

[And if you're not I'm sure I'll still keep finding my way to your blog unknowingly.. lol]

Thank you either way tho. For the sweet words and for liking or lurking.. It made my day 🖤

I'm still alive.. I think.

I love you<3

Wait what? That sounds like a terrible fucking idea.. hahaha 😂