sum THOTS
Straight love stories go like:
Prince meets a broke chick with a totally effed up family who somehow manages to get him turned into a rodent and a pumpkin cuz she dropped her mfing shoe but says āknow what, shorty is cute, lemme wife herā
I butchered Cinderella didnāt I ...
Anyway, wlw love stories go like:
I know u think about me when u kiss her and itās like wanting coke but getting Pepsi.
Shit aināt accurate.
Idk how to get helped in therapy bc she asks āhow many times have you thought about the breakupā
Doctor, that aināt the right question at all. Itās not the breakup, itās you. And Iāve lost count.
Why does my heart hurt that the Instagram pictures were archived when that was inevitable and itās about time?
excitement over a new show is so very brief cuz I wanna tell u about it and I canāt.
I got new cozies but they donāt measure up.
I cut my hair for a new beginning, but Iām still daydreaming about the past. Not in a way that I want it back but I wish I coulda fixed it and I hate myself a little for not having that magic.
Got the docs with a zipper in the middle. And a whole bunch of clothes I donāt need. Iām tryna fill a void. Itās not working.
