Glasmädchen

when i die i will put a QR code on my headstone for this blog, it is all i amount to

I’m so un attracted to men I don’t even like gay porn(except when they kiss) like they have no boobs no lips absolutely nothing to offer gtfo

I’m craving suicide again yummy yummy yummy yummy in my tummy yummy yummy yum yum yummi Yumm

I want to get drunk and cut myself for 10 hours hangout idea

I fucking hate the color red don’t let my posts fool you it’s the ugliest color ever I hate it I hope it drowns in sewage water

I’m so confused with myself and what I want and what I think and what is real or what I make believe, I completely restrained myself from most or all relationships I had because of that, bc I’m either scared they want to hurt me or I’m scared I’m hurting them or I end up not caring about anything because nothing is mine my life doesn’t feel like a path I’m in control of so why would I care what happens to it why would I care what happens to me, and when I snap out of it and look back at what I did it’s too late and I’m full of regret and no strength and I just lay within myself wishing I had the guts to stop living.