we went to the same backrooms

it’s almost no will to live november

life update:

what do you mean the year is almost over

always falling for the girl with suicidal tweets

one tweet a day keeps the psychiatrist away

someone reads your tweets and thinks “i hope it gets worse” btw

it wasn’t good while it lasted

getting a package when you’re depressed as shit

talking to yourself on twitter keeps the psychiatrist away

money

you really thought 2026 was gonna be your year you fool

leaving a suicide note that says “this too shall pass”

i i’m i’m l i’m lo i’m los i’m losi i’m losin i’m losing i’m losing m i’m losing my i’m losing my m i’m losing my mi i’m losing my min i’m losing my mind

doing a flip before my public execution

here’s your daily reminder to feed that stray cat

what’s wrong with me besides everything