"Embrace you inner lunatic. Fun times guaranteed."
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What’s the point in even trying? Even if I don’t fail, I’m a disappointment. I’ll never be happy. What’s the fucking point?
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Yay
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Does happiness even exist?
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I’ll never have friends and so can you
I have LITERALLY no friends. None. I have a complete lack of social skills. No one could possibly like me anyway because I’m repulsive. I fucking hate this anxiety and I fucking hate myself. Just like everyone hates me. Do yourself a favour and stop pretending you can stand me. Soon you’ll all leave anyway and we’ll probably never see each other again. Bet you’re so fucking glad you don’t have to put up with a worthless subhuman bitch like me. I’m a mistake, I shouldn’t have been born. My dad saw that and fucked off. The same will be true for everyone eventually. I can’t blame you at all. The world is a happier place without me. Why am I still here.
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Me when Fred says literally anything
(via poke-problems)
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I’ve been told I should post here again so here’s an update:
I still want to kill myself
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(via shalrath)
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(via shalrath)
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“When controlled for potentially confounding factors, bisexual men were 6.3 times more likely and gay men 4.1 times more likely than heterosexual men to report lifetime suicidality. Among women, bisexuals were 5.9 times more likely and lesbians 3.5 times more likely to report lifetime suicidality than their heterosexual counterparts.”
Biphobia and bisexual erasure can be deadly.
(via holycheeseandcrackers)
