Need To Have Someone In Love With Me Who’s A Little Freak About It

why do i have to take care of this idiot (me) every single day cant she do anything on her own

can someone please change the fucking prophecy

i could add a few more stages to grief if they let me

boyfriend asked what i was doing, told him i was editing a picture, boyfriend asked "is it something like house stretched out with the words 'menstrual blood' on it or some shit?", boyfriend was wrong, boyfriend was also onto something this goes hard

why can't i just run away into the woods and rot into the ground and join the bugs and critters??? typical...

I don't understand what is happening inside me.

nooo brain ahah don't pay attention to that random wave of sadness please