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what if the reason my therapist doesn't think I'm a manipulative narcissist is that I'm too good at it I've even fooled her. what if the reason she told me that the thing I told her wasn't fair at all and I deserve better than that is that I somehow corrupted the truth and she has fallen into my sophistry. what if she's another victim that I'm trying to take advantage of just to feel better about my self-image (that's literally what therapy is for but anyways). what if all of my efforts are useless and I can not get better 'cause I'm doomed and depraved and unfit. WHAT IF

I still watch that

dostoyevsky will probably change my life but I'm still not reading all that

being good at logical reasoning and having no impulse control just means you're the best at convincing yourself to do the dumbest shit ever

I just wanna hangout on roof tops at 2am laughing abt all the silly stuff that once made us cry

the bitch in my ear = brain

doing nothing feels so good when you don't have a bitch in your ear screaming at you to do something

I'm like a spoiled cat my friends didn't ask for

‌ ‌‌‌ ‌ i wanna hangout with people too , well i think its fine even if they are lil stupid or bad , long as they have a good taste ..i really wish to walk on empty streets at a foggy winter midnight with my friends talking stuff , have a spot ...well yk the artist ciggs after sex right , so when i talk about spots and foggy winter nights i mean something that fits the CAS song vibes perfectly

albert camus wrote all that books to say accepting death as an inevitability doesn't end with your own death but also other people's and this guy over here is like "albert camus had a relationship after his wife died"

‌ ‌ ‌‌‌ ‌ "you look like math nerds" afraid to tell you I can't even do basic math(I count using my fingers)

when you're drinking and doing drugs, I'm at collage acquiring knowledge. then I go out to drink and do drugs

we spent too much time together now we all look the same

online stalking is the best outcome of the modern society.

You're the one who tries that DIY home project from Pinterest and ends up with a half-finished mess and a trip to the emergency room. You're the person who enthusiastically jumps into a new hobby, buys all the gear, and then promptly loses interest after two weeks.

Guys you don't know how bad I need hugs and headpats right now, but you also don't know how hard I'll flinch if someone dares to touch me.

no bragging but me and you dont need alcohol to send texts we regret-

on the verge of going insane but I have exams coming up so I can't think about that rn