Dont Read This

when the song tackles you to the ground and starts beating the ever loving shit out of you

[very clearly indulging the urge] im fighting the urge

i have [gestures vaguely] my tendencies

"your life is yours to mold" oh nooooooooo oh no oh my god. oh fuck me. no. oh my god. oh im so fucked dude.

"forgor" did irreversible damage didn't it

yeag

u dont care?

I really am just living for the hope of it all

what doesn’t kill me leaves a pit in my stomach that never goes away

what a privilege it is to come home to a little animal that loves you like you're their whole world.

not a caller not a texter but a secret third thing

don’t contact me. ever

This is what it’s all about. Saturday night. At home. Switching between the same 4 apps on my phone. Getting scared.

having unwashed hair will have you believing shit like i can’t be saved