I hate this feeling of being antsy and not being able to sleep.
There is an irony between how empty I feel sometimes and wanting to push everyone away and hating myself; to wanting be held and physically held close by someone while they tell me they love me.
I want both and neither. I’m not good enough and I don’t think I love myself enough to allow someone else to love me.
Husband animates joke about tortilla chips told by his drunk wife.
Pretty much the best thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
I hate myself sometimes.
I fucking hate it when you’re in such a fantastically giddy mood and then you see one simple little thing that makes you think, “oh” and then you just get this empty feeling in your chest and you get nauseous and the world just crumbles and you want to just lay under a blanket and close your eyes and fall asleep and never wake up.