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#i miss my old self
skylasepitome · 9 months
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i wish i could go back to the person i was 2 years ago.
besides a terrible home life still,
i could actually talk to people.
i could handle relationships.
i was skinny.
i could whore around as much as i wanted and no one batted an eye.
granted i shouldn’t have been for my age but who cares.
but still,
besides the endless judgement from trying to be my true self,
i was happier.
i think?
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shiftycatwrites · 11 months
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Everything I've been writing, I hate.
I'm feeling a little better, at least. No more body aches and can hold more than a sandwich down. Still have some fevers, but eh. And Abby is adjusting to her new diet with no large bumps in that road, so thank goodness for small miracles.
I don't think it helps I write for things that people generally don't like in the fandoms I write for, because I like exploring things less talked about and other dynamics and such, and I like to write plot-heavier things rather than just for a ship's sake, which would make things a hell of a lot shorter--*glares lovingly at The Listening*
I'm sorry, y'all, I'm just ranting and whining at this point while lying in a puddle of my own tears, feeling like Gudetama. Also feeling like the chopsticks that manhandle Gudetama. HURGH.
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2future4past · 4 months
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“nauseatingly miserable beyond repair” — with kafka’s heart-wrenching yet resonating quote, i once again fell in love with words, after the year long depression which left me in an abyss of hopelessness and misanthropy.
words. purely words. the words that bled through papers, as the heart of the writer bleeds without a momentary pause. the words that put one’s unique story and often, battles into tangible descriptions.
until peace and comfort tape all the shattered pieces of me together, i will, perhaps, continue to tell the world i am not yet defeated while floatation on this constantly storm-strucking ocean is possible.
— 29th january 2024; a monday evening with occasional suffocations.
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its-a-catventure · 11 months
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emotions are the real adventures
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biillet-doux · 11 months
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i used to romanticize my life, every detail of it. i used to consistently find love for even the smallest of things. i used to think so highly of every moment. there was vibrancy in everything.
i lost myself, the older i got. the older i got, the less i romanticize my life. the less i find the positives in things. everything became more dull.
i’m now on a journey of rediscovering the beauty in everyday life. i crave that romantic feeling of everything that caught my eye. i crave that vivid vibrancy that everything appeared once before.
i will get there. my gods, i cannot wait.
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rottvnmilk · 1 year
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prehistoricmancunt · 2 years
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Just truly put together that I stopped wearing clown adjacent fun makeup and extra fun outfits when my mom died and that made me very sad like to a normie I don’t look like a normie but to old me I look like suuuch a normie now it’s so sad
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zenmom · 2 years
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How I feel about myself and how messed up this world is.
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mimisdreamland · 7 months
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i am not crying..
lol its just onions and apples, my eyes are just wet
patchy is gone forever, and so is little me.
all she ever wanted was love and to be treated like she was a child. she grew up to become a disappointment, and that is now me.
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person4924 · 9 months
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i miss when we would facetime for hours and never get bored. when we should laugh so hard our stomachs hurt and we couldn’t breathe. when we told eachother anything and everything. i miss you and who you used to be. i miss what we used to be. you used to be someone i trusted with everything, now your someone i barely know.
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strwbrymocha · 11 months
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I loved another person and it made me insane. It made me crazy. It made me end up hating the one star I loved the most in the sky. It made me hate the clouds. It made me hate the rain. It made me hate myself. It made me hate her. Love. And hate.
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quinnallerton · 1 year
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Damn shame that meds for severe clinical depression make you gain weight.
Severe clinical depression already made me overweight.
Why is it like this?
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xarkey · 1 year
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Months go away, in a blink of an eye
A few months ago
I was a different kind of girl 
I was trying my best
But now I’m just here in bed
I had quite of a good skin
I had quite of a good dream 
I had what I wanted 
But then I started dying 
I went to a party
And went crazy at night 
I was with this guy
Who kissed me at the end of a song
I didn't care at all
So, I let myself go
I had a boyfriend 
But it was a mistake
Because all that I wanted
Was someone that never leaves me alone
But it took me 4 days
To end that mess
I cheated on him 
And I took the chance
I told him what I did 
And he said something like
Baby girl I would forgive everything 
And I got mad 
Because he wasn't the kind of man
I was looking for
I only took him, cause I felt pity
And some kind of convenience
My bad
My mistake 
That’s why I always say I'm a mess.
January 17 - xarkey
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bamsara · 2 months
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was anyone going to tell me there are fanlore pages about me and my works or did i have to find that out by myself when i tried searching for one of my tumblr posts in a google search bar
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edit: i just read through the solar lunacy one and some of the details on there are just kind of....wrong. lmao
edit: there's one for my iz fics??
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zebratimw · 10 months
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It's a good cause, a great cause even. But I need you to stop.
(old vid)
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moonlitself · 2 years
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Sometimes I miss my old self, how carefree and brave she was about certain things but I also think that she would be proud of how far I've made it and how I've accomplished things she didn't think herself capable of. It's always complicated to look back, makes me reflect upon my flaws and my strengths, missed opportunities and hopeful futures
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