Tumgik
sadisticmystical · 8 months
Text
i mean it’s not like I matter to anyone in any kind of meaningful way, if I died ppl might be like, sad n shit, because it’s always sad when someone dies even when it’s someone you don’t know, but no gap would be left. there’d be nothing missing in anyone’s lives, everyone would move on right after so like, might as well kill myself right lol
14 notes · View notes
sadisticmystical · 8 months
Text
6 years later and this is still true. I don't really know if things get better. at least not for me.
i think there is something very, very big missing from inside of me. the worst part is that i dont know what it is
4 notes · View notes
sadisticmystical · 11 months
Text
.
3 notes · View notes
sadisticmystical · 2 years
Text
how the fuck is it possible to be doing so much better and STILL BE BAD????
0 notes
sadisticmystical · 2 years
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media
TANTRUM // waterparks
1K notes · View notes
sadisticmystical · 2 years
Text
.
0 notes
sadisticmystical · 2 years
Text
.
0 notes
sadisticmystical · 2 years
Text
Sometimes I get consumed by this all-encompassing loneliness and it's so bad that I have to resist the urge to text old friends I haven't spoken to in years because that moment always passes and I go back to being like "Being alone is great, people suck and I am secretly God"
13 notes · View notes
sadisticmystical · 2 years
Text
Why does everyone I know always have someone in their life that is closer with them than I am with them? Why the fuck am I never anyones number one? I JUST WANT TO BE SOMEONE’S FUCKING NUMBER ONE. I’m so sick of this. I don’t fit with anyone. Everyone always has this perfect person or people that go perfectly with them. I’m the weird one with weird interests and weird mannerisms. I belong ALONE. That’s it. I’m not greedy. All I wanted was ONE person that goes along with me. But at this point I think I was created without my match. Why would someone do that. That’s fucking cruel. It’s shoved in my face constantly by how strangers have their people and people in my very own life have theirs. Yet for me, no one and nothing. Some fucking life.
164 notes · View notes
sadisticmystical · 3 years
Text
.
9 notes · View notes
sadisticmystical · 4 years
Text
“It’s really fucking hard to talk about your future when all you want to do is to down a bottle of pills and not wake up tomorrow.”
2K notes · View notes
sadisticmystical · 4 years
Text
Tumblr media
8K notes · View notes
sadisticmystical · 4 years
Text
One day this will kill me and I can't wait for that day to come.
9K notes · View notes
sadisticmystical · 4 years
Text
Tumblr media
4K notes · View notes
sadisticmystical · 4 years
Photo
Tumblr media
5K notes · View notes
sadisticmystical · 4 years
Photo
Tumblr media
9K notes · View notes
sadisticmystical · 4 years
Text
Tumblr media
32K notes · View notes