no one hates me. no one loves me. the world rejects me

no, giraffes eat cookies.
i eat cheese

coffee demon

hereee

hey cheese

we are survivors. don’t for a second, ever let the voices let you forget that. the both of us are survivors. we have survived the people we live with, the voices in our heads. we are surviving the way our bodies turn against us, this distance. we are surviving depression and suicide attempts. if that doesn’t say anything, i don’t know what does. we are surviving life for some unknown reason. and if it make you sad, use it, cheese. 

we survive until we live and one day, we will finally live. together.

we have things to do, together and i don't mind if you think making someone your reason to live is abusive. 

“if you give me your hand, i will help you hold on…i won’t let you say goodbye, and i’ll be your reason why.” to quote skillet. 

if it's all you have.

when you're feeling like this again, read my letters, look at the bracelet on your wrist and tell yourself it's going to be okay.

we're only 17; this isn't going to be the rest of your life, cheese. 

i mean, the mental stuff is probably going to be the rest of your life, like it will be for me but i don't think it will be as bad for either of us. 

also, i drew a thing.

transit is losing his shit because he feels bad.also because he feels bad for meatbones this picture has more than one meaning like ah art you know?

'but that's what i do!'" I find that kind of abusive? In a way? Sort of? Idk. "

idek anymoremy stuff is highlighted now i don't even know i'm just gonna post this yea