Do you ever dissociate so hard the walls are practically breathing
My favorite is when the room starts shifting
being suicidal and living for others is the most drowning feeling ever.
why can’t i find a reason to live for myself?
Do you ever dissociate so hard the walls are practically breathing
My favorite is when the room starts shifting
being suicidal and living for others is the most drowning feeling ever.
why can’t i find a reason to live for myself?
