I finally got control over the hacked twitter account, and changed my password. And then I manually deleted all the 400 tweets on it, and unfollowed everyone. Here’s some of my old tweets, haha.
Butterflies can’t see their wings.They can’t see how beautiful they are, but everyone else can.
People are like that as well. 🌸
Reindeer hide jacket by Titania Inglis.
It is possible to make these fake!! So why don’t they? We are perfectly able to make imitation/fake leather and fur by now, so I don’t get it why anyone would want to wear corpses.
This was cool looking, but please, fake please! Honor the animal by copying their look, with fake human-made fur instead.
"Don’t you ever underestimate me." Don’t you recognize the feeling? Your worst enemy underestimating you. Forever, it feels real. Forever.
You should never tell anyone. Anyone. There’s always this weakness you should never tell anyone. You could just as well dress all naked. Very, all naked. Just as well. Seriously. And when/if you do, someone would use it against you.
Life is so short, still, it’s the longest thing I’ve ever done. And it’s so, so, confusing. I can’t really grasp it, it’s chaos with no control, you just have to go along for the ride.
The past is still haunting me, like a shadow attached to my back. It appears very vividly in my dreams, in my nightmares. You know those, when you wake up and you’re terrified and almost out of breath. For one moment you’re happy you woke up and it was all just a dream, but then you go “Oh wait…It was actually real… It really did take place…” Silently I walk off and start the day.
They didn’t know what they were doing.
I’m still haunted.
I could tell you this simply, I’m tired of having anxiety. It ruins and destroys me, it raises havoc, of no true and accurate description, on my body and mind. At some points my arms turn numb. Agoraphobia is one of my biggest demons that has taken it’s true hold over me. I can literally feel everything anatomic inside of me. Heart in throat. Blank stare. I can feel a disconnection from myself and my surroundings. I need to get the hell of out here. It has gone on for far too long. Just far, far too long.
For years I’ve reasoned with myself I may never really get well from it.