this is basically "im not a good person to ask for advice"
#LoveLanguages
you’ve stopped responding to my te… and now i’m wondering, if maybe you’ve finally gotten bored of me. i can’t blame you, cause if i were… i would’ve gotten bored as hell to…
do you love me, genuinely? don’t scoff and say, “yes, of cour… think about it for a minute. do you love me? when i’m crying like we’ve got roo…
drunken stupor, apologies pouring… wish i were high but i can’t find… my parents don’t drink so i know a… here’s the thing: i’m not a good p… i yell and scream in my driveway t…
i left you, but you never had the… you walked right out that door wit… you slipped into the cracks of me. you know how mad it drives me? i feel you move around, inside and…
she carves her name in my thigh wi… i let her, looking down at her fro… while she sits there on her knees… i tell her i love her and she just… she’s known because she always kno…
i don’t want to grow up but god, i can’t wait to get older…
my bones scream to escape this ski… to tear through my flesh and force… then to let them dangle by their p… my teeth are too big to share this… and my tongue is too large to fit…
i waited for the other shoe to dro… oh, it did. “i’m sorry,” i said, “for trying t… you smile and say, “i’m used to it… “you shouldn’t be.”
my ma stuck that knife in me straight down to the hilt. she treated the knife like a nail, and treated her fist like a hammer… i pulled it out, bit by bit,
did you know if sharks stop swimmi… my mother found joy in domesticity… with three kids and a husband, bak… and good for her, good for fucking… my safe place is flats filled with…
“do you still think i’m pretty?” i… mascara running down my face, lips…
i’m chasing shadows down alleyways… i love to walk backwards in parkin… spinning around to grin at the moo… or god forbid, you. just breathing in mist and thc.
i let you watch me lose my goddamn… raging at the wallpaper and crying… i let you listen to the burning an… and the pop of a pill bottle openi… i let you feel the screaming apolo…
i wasn’t really my mothers child, i was her idea of a child. but, unforgivingly, i wasn’t. i grew up like kudzu; over the lam… i went so far as to grow over the…
you tell me what to do and i lose… i swallow down the anger with a pi… i count to five watching the fire… before pressing it down on my thig… my friends keep getting worried,