rey!

i lied. put your pants back on and hold me and kiss my forehead

i am nothing more than an ugly, rotten girl.

pre-period cramps are no joke. i start on friday.

my level of swag is angelic and sparkly enough to make a man have a heart attack

i have so many things to say but still no words any of them.

i can't wait to disappear for everyone's life the second i turn eighteen. i want to leave this town and go somewhere quiet, where nobody notices me.

i hate that my family resorts to hitting and yelling whenever i make a mistake. and it's not like they're beating me so it doesn't even count. it just hurts.

i think i just need to realize my mom will never come check on me. whether i'm eight years old and crying a little bit louder, or i'm twelve and screaming because there's a bug, or i'm fourteen and sitting on my cold bedroom floor making myself bleed.

i kinda just want to bash my head into a wall over and over and over again.

i hate waiting for people. it feels like every man in my life (platonic or non platonic or even family) makes me wait. i've been waiting on my best friend so we could hang out and it's been four hours since he asked me if we could hang out and he hasn't even texted me. I always wait for my dad because he is always at least an hour late to pick me up from my mom's house. i'm just so tired of waiting.