Janie

what am i if not yours? what do i do with my hands when they are just hands?

what's the cure to the agonizing pain of missing someone you can't talk to ever again?

i love karma, like i get so relieved and so happy when i see certain people struggling and getting so low while im thriving, and no it's not jealousy or being pitty or holding a grudge, it's just the satisfaction of seeing that there is some kind of justice out there

we be friending and bonding so good until i ask them to go on a diet with me but it's just my anorexic ass forcing them to eat nothing the whole day

they should invent a past that doesn't haunt you

if you see me liking another male you have the right to torture me before ending my life