harry potter and the chamber of child abuse

also i never post here anymore. it’s all on twitter @prisoncube

dads dead

good writing machine broke :/

if i wasnt so repressed id say “* **** ** ***** ***” and mean it but alas

hopefully taking The Sex Class will mean im able to talk about intimate relationships without retreating into a turtle shell of repression 

i’m crying. not sad crying, overdid it with the decongestant and now my eyes are watering crying. there’s something strangely cathartic about lying in bed performing the sexy movie version of crying - tears with no sobs, no labored breathing, no involuntary noises or facial expressions. just going through tissues while you feel yourself being watched and evaluated by no one

2am paranoia: am i Really sick or are these very benign cold symptoms secretly The Death

spent all day sleeping bc sick so now i am wide awake at 2:37 am what’s popping

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