chairman of the lecfosi department

ever since i was a little girl i knew i won’t be participating

every 5 minutes i go wow i NEED to kill myself and then i ignore it because i have things to do

i noticed my horrible patterns! i think the process stops there

i’m hiding worse, more secret emotions behind my big and obvious ones

nobody else doing it like me. particularly because the way i’m doing it is needlessly difficult

if anyone knows what to do with all this grief let me know

a slaughterhouse. an outlet mall. slot machines. fear of god. you know the usual

does anyone like me and want to understand me

everytime i want something i should be shot in the head

There is no Love on that island

it’s never a normal temperature anymore it’s always some fucking bullshit