My-ugly-organs - Hand Me My Shovel, I'm Going In!

worrying is like worshipping the problem

4x4 with the rotting corpse (IRNHYM)

I had to endure everything alone so I’m sorry that I don’t know how to ask for help or even accept it

As the ground right under me crumbles as if it wasn't there.

It's too much, my heart's crushed, i'm not alive.

I don't know who to call, alone.

I won't die.

My life has succumbed to hatred and death, alone

in the snow.

TBD (to be discovered)

does anyone know what the first step of unlearning shame is. please say it’s substance abuse