𝓥ienna

i sort of enjoy flaunting my boyfriend in front of people now more than i used to. like yes hes mine and not yours and i’ll kill anyone who tries to get in between us

im too overwhelmingly aware and underwhelmingly alive

violence makes the world go round

yes im 18 and scared of the dark leave me be

i donnt like being a girl at all

im so scared to die

that reminds me i’ve always wanted to try bone marrow it looks very yummy

i cut my nails short today. tonight i cannot peel my skin back and scratch the marrow out of my bones

im scared of the dark again. what lies in it? fears and regrets playing like children in the vacant corners of my boxed up room, distant almost echoing infantilized laughter. taunting, plaguing me all night. but theres nothing infant like about the ill conceived phantasmata i’ve borne into the world. the children chortle, “you’ll never be sweet again”

if im not perceived do i exist