come home the kids miss you.

I suffer from a chronic nausea, after I'm with people. the awareness (after-awareness) of how programmed I am, how insincere, how frightened.

happy birthday to my ride or die. I love you so much. always and all ways.

باران واقعاً خیلی خوشگله

I physically assaulted a man

a very powerful wave of emotion comes over me, and I don’t feel in control of myself. I feel that this person is going to do what she wants and I’m over in a corner, helpless, waiting to see what happens.

I think I’m getting my spark back (reading camus and smoking by the window)

I kin the beldam so much cause I too get ugly and cruel when I don’t get enough love and attention

took me a fortnight to finally be able to tell my mom we’re no longer talking. thought it would lift the weight that’s been sitting on my chest and set me free but now I’m lying in bed, haunted by the sadness in her eyes. and that weight hasn’t left. it’s still there, settled in my throat and wrists, aching to come out.

دارم خل می‌شم و فقط آب‌و‌هوای تهران می‌تونه ناخلم کنه

منتالی در تهران هستم

مرسی از جودی که یادآوری کرد امروز میدجولایه

I can’t go on living with this ever-present rage and chronic grief woven into the marrow of who I am.