*BLOOD WORN

YOU LEARN TO LICK IT OFF WITH KNIVES  ©

YOU LEARN TO LICK IT OFF WITH KNIVES  ©

YOU LEARN TO LICK IT OFF WITH KNIVES  ©

YOU LEARN TO LICK IT OFF WITH KNIVES  ©

YOU LEARN TO LICK IT OFF WITH KNIVES  ©

YOU LEARN TO LICK IT OFF WITH KNIVES  ©

YOU LEARN TO LICK IT OFF WITH KNIVES  ©

YOU LEARN TO LICK IT OFF WITH KNIVES  ©

YOU LEARN TO LICK IT OFF WITH KNIVES  ©

YOU LEARN TO LICK IT OFF WITH KNIVES  ©

I’m not special, that’s what I’m trying to say. Here’s to a normal high school experience, whatever the fuck that means. Jesus, do you ever smile? My leg fell asleep, one sec… Shoes, who needs them? Sometimes, at night, I want to touch myself. I’m way more fucked up than I thought. Desperate times, stupid measures. Why are you still talking to me? Everyone else in this town is boring. You cannot compete and you cannot compare! Everything’s so different without you around. At least you won’t have to wear that hideous jacket again. You better keep this a secret, okay? The people who wrote these were probably eating acid like candies. Does he dress cooler than me? I could’ve killed you! –Motherfucker… I just think it would be better if you and I can get along. Ohh, that’s my wet dream… Whoever’s doing this, it’s not funny. Just try asking politely next time. That’s literally the worst idea I’ve ever heard. I’m too goddamn old for this shit. Since when do you smoke weed? You’re not seriously breaking up with me right now! I offered you a truce and you fucked it up! Crazy feels like a few notches down. I swear I wasn’t alone! What if I’m just going crazy? You’re supposed to tell me everything. That’s what best friends do, right? What happened and why do you have to cover it up? They’re called grief-hallucinations and they can be real whack-a-doo. Closure? I don’t need closure! It’s all in my head. It’s all in my head. It’s not real! Worst. Day. Ever. If you ever have feelings like that, you need to tell me. Paint me yellow and call me fucking sunshine! I don’t think I’ve ever seen you run that hard. I don’t get it. I used to know everything about you. Oh my god, I’m so over guys right now. You should see the other guy. What’s your deepest, darkest secret? You have any zits in weird places? I should’ve told you I was coming. You look like a Christmas tree. I didn’t mean to. I just wanted him to stop talking. Who are you? Should I be afraid? They should be afraid. Let’s begin.

Bonus: You can also send on anon if you’re too shy to send off of anon.