Winter Is Nye:

I often wish I wasn't inside my own body, not from hatred of my body or anything but hatred of myself as a whole, I hate having my thoughts and having my feelings I hate everything about my surroundings and reality. I often wish we weren't the main character In our own lives because I hate being the most important person in mine, I hate the sense that all kids where there thie feeling that the world resolves around them because I know it doesn't but its just somthing I can't shake. I dont like being in my body, my face, my mind, my home, my reality, my Universe, galaxy, I don't like being....in my shoes. I wish I was a narrator watching over everyone and everything I hate the feeling of being in my own thoughts and mind it makes me for so horribly self centered "This is my fault" "is he mad at me?' "I shouldn't have done that." Simple things, simple thoughts make me feel so caught up in my own world and reality. Why must I be forced to inhabit a person whom I don't want? I wish I could be anything else, anything other than here, anything other than me as a whole. I'm not completely sure what I'm asking to be honest, I dont know if I want to narrate over people's lives be able to switch from different people or just be god themselves but I do know I don't want to be..me I'd rather just be no one.

Every so often, I am reminded of my dysfunctional brain as it scrambles to remember thoughts that I feel that I do not have anymore and have lost in the deep sea of changing desires and misery and Like my sanity my brain is slowly decaying with every passing day as I have denied myself a rose coloured life and wallow in the tainted window of my own self reflection and hinder on every small detail of every small thing I did to mess up. Everything in the world is my fault. If I can't save everyone, then I dont deserve saving.[Not my art]

I always feel like I do something wrong for talking about how I'm feeling idk why

It's kind of psthetic, but the majority of my life is just living in a made-up world of things that will never happen. Every day all the time constantly all im ever doing is daydreaming no matter what I'm doing my head is up in the clouds somtimes about the past futue or possible outcomes but ny mind never seens to be in the present. Sometimes , I wonder how often my mind is somewhere else, and I'll abruptly stop what im thinking about and look back on how long my mind was elsewhere. Usually, i can't remember, so it's kind of pointless. It feels quite silly that simple things Ive made up in my head can result in such diffrent emotions, to the olunt i can often atart crying of giggling from glee like an idoit..if it hasnt become apparant i make alot of stuff in my head and then get sad about it. I dont really know why i do it.. maybe as an escape from reality kr as an escape from myself, but in my heads world, everything is always better..the people, the romance, the scenery, just reality in general. Day dreaming fills my empty head with a possibility of a different reality. It's calming in a way. I often start smiling and giggling in public about things no one else thinks about. Sometimes i daydream of things i hope will happen. Like falling of a building or fainting and going into a coma in the middle of class. Or being famous or something.... I often think that I ponder on life so much that I take away possibilities from god.[Not my art]

I think most of my life is being scared over simple human things, i truly dont know whats wrong with me but i despise the person i am, i hate the feelig that i get when a pit in stomcach resides and i have to live with the memory of a simple human error I committed,I dont mean to be rude I dont mean to be creepy I dont mean to hate people I don't mean any of it. If a time machine was a real concpt I'd simply use it to fix the itty bitty mistakes I made that no one would give a second thought to, if im not perfect and surpress everything I made to be well than I am an individual who does not deserve to live. I hate wallowing in the things I've done, constantly thinking of the choices I make and the things I end up doing, I am forever stuck in my mind and will rot away as my blackened hole grows.[Not my art]

REBLOG IF YOUR BLOG IS A SAFE SPACE FOR AROMANTIC PEOPLE AND IF YOU THINK THEY ARE VALID

I want to see how many people actually are willing to say this and not just act like it

Every so often, I get slightly tiered if asking people if they are okay, I want to help people I do, but at some point, it becomes sort of draining if the other person never bothered to ask back. Sometimes, being caring can be rather lonely because when the people you know constantly give something wrong but never ask about you, then it can get rather isolated. Although I'm slightly contradicting myself as I can't accept help because I don't want to bother people with my problems, at the same time I at least want to be asked yk?[Not my art]

I really love my husband, wilbur. That's about it.[Were married on discord]

when is your birthday :)?

April the 18th :DD thank you for the question :DD

“I don’t want people to be worried about me. There’s nothing to worry about. I don’t want people to try and understand why I’m the way I am, because I should be the first person to understand that. And I don’t understand yet. I don’t want people to interfere. I don’t want people in my head, picking out this and that, permanently picking up the broken pieces of me.”

- Tori Spring, Solitaire (2014)