i just feel like i could come out of the backrooms unscathed

and i stood in the corner of brandy melville and started to throw up. they were playing an old kanye song that i lost my virginity too, (digital girl), and i was tryng to decide whether or not to buy the the teal colored t shirt because some  girl on tiktok had it and it looked very nice but it seemed that the 2016 filter was deciving me because in person the color made me look like a zara larson dolphin and not the cute kind.  whilst this is going on, and im listing to the song thinking about my vagina ripping, and trying to make this t-shirt decision, the light from the window catches onto the key chains in the most beautiful and absurd way, and  little stars are projected onto a pile of grey sweatpants and i want to take a photo but i cant because my vagina is ripping and i am wishing i could live life through the 2016 filter. 

well i ain’t daddies lil boy no more