The State Of Dissipation

I don't fuckin know. random shit I like and feel. I’m 31yr he/him

At this point I really don’t think things are ever going to change. I’m just killing time before it kills me. Or until I

I’m starting to feel apathetic again, that should scare me but I just. Don’t. Care.

These mood swings are getting out of hand.

Take me away by #theplotinyou describes not only my life but all my friends that are gone. Idk it’s this resignation I have now. This is just how it is. And the few whole actually love me and care about me can’t really keep me from this no more. I love them and I’m sorry but at some point you just have to stop fighting it all regardless of how deadly and be you. No more chains. No more anchors if I’m gone I’m sorry for how sad it’ll be but I’ve held on long enough for you now it’s time to let go for me when it’s time. It’s not personal ..but it is. It’s my life after all right? I never asked for you to tie in and I warned you all. I tried it your way. But I’ve always wanted to leave.

-# Ialwayswantedtoleave #theplotinyou #Takemeaway

I don’t know if I have the strength to let them know how far I slid after this slip. Before, I wanted to be stopped. I needed to be caught. But this time; I just want to keep falling. People move on and let go. Is it it wrong for me to want them to let go of me? So I can rest?

dogmotif:

if you’re not obsessed with anything weird and niche please try harder. stop going outside for a while. consider getting weirder about the things you already like

Lately it feels like I’m just killing time before it kills me, or until it can ____ myself