wow i really got around on the second day of school
i met her once and I’ve never smoked anything
…I don’t even drink alcohol
i’m a socially awkward virgin and i’m 99% sure that wasn’t gospel music
i don’t even have her number????????????
*checks on people i hate to make sure theyre still infinitely less powerful than me*
I’m on my period therefore everything you say is invalid.
I’m sorry I can’t take your advice unless I know who you are.
I don’t know what to do. I want to harm worse than I’ve ever harmed before. I want to cut until the disgust bleeds out of me. Every time you moved I cringed with sick anticipation of your next move. With your moaning in my ear and your hands on my breasts. Your body behind mine, just like my sick prick of an uncle. I love you. You’re supposed to keep me safe. But when you’re high it doesn’t matter what I feel anymore. Just you. I lay there, your silent victim. I just want to be loved. Why does love have to equal touch. Why does touch have to equal pain. With your hands in my underwear my whole body tenses up. Afraid to say no for fear of you thinking I don’t like you. I just want to be alone. I want to be alone forever. Why can’t I just be healthy. Why does it seem more and more like the only way out is through the razor.