my shit is green great. bet I'm gonna start throwing up next

I just need someone to be in love with me

hihihiiiiii picking me up like it's nothingggg...... I want him.

my earliest memory I think is the run-over frog near the sea. then a bunch at my old house; playing hide and seek and dad putting me up in the closet to hide, packing up my toys into a box, wishing for crayons the day before st nicholas' day, green shutters, coloring my art book with my grandpa and another one on the floor at night, watching a show when my dad was at church, praying at church, then preschool. running around, playing by myself, eating fruit from the bushes, finding a cat figurine in the sand. reading to a girl who couldn't, my teacher picking up broken glass with bare hands, my friend's mom scraping off my scab, changing my shoes, giving out birthday invites. the birthday party, when a girl I hated tried to blow out my candles, looking at another kid's party and their magician. visiting a friend's house in primary school, talking to her sister, recording myself on my phone. dance camp, buying a cola and my hands being sticky. breaking into the school kitchen, walking around in the basement. helping in the school library, drawing myself gutting my english teacher. looking at my baby brother, bringing back my second brother from the hospital in a car. walking through a garden with him in the stroller. my communion, my 16th birthday, sitting at church while preparing for confirmation. watching friends while sewing my best friend a plushie. apologizing to my best friend. dumping her stuff out of her backpack in 7th grade. eating paper. sewing a heart on a piece of cloth. watching hentai at 8 years old in my grandmother's house on my new tablet, being yelled at by my grandpa for shooting an arrow at the garage's roof, picking mushrooms in the forest, riding a horse and outracing my coach, writing her a thank you note for teaching me. shitting in my old bathroom when I was 6 while on skype with my grandma, listening to lost on you on her tablet. christmas at my great-grandmother's house, being a mermaid in the kindergarten play, getting a sticker sheet from my friend. getting vip on msp from my dad, sitting in my horrible teal-white room, studying history with my mom, eating ice cream at my grandma's house while watching spongebob and REALLY hating it. I'm a person. I am something that can't be replaced. but is that worth anything

I woyld NEVER!!!!!+! gey back together with you!!!!!!

get drunk and jerk it nobody give a fuck the world is ending in eight to twelve business dayd

living with kids and going into the warmly lit bathroom, wondering if it's a puddle of piss or just water on the floor

imagine being in love with your childhood friend but she's in love with your ex bully friend. who you're also in love with

like oh my god. oh my fucking god. oh my god.

can you even come up to a man and ask "hey I know guys who don't get out much can be kind of shy about that, but do you perhaps have secret fantasies of hurting a woman until she cries? if no then I'm asking because I'm scared if yes then I'm asking because please. please. phlease."

I think my mother would be firmly sure I'd been replaced if I told her I get off to torture and beautiful, stacked anime women. I think she'd hate me forever