Apr 28, 2022
it’s been 6 months since it happened. i was looking for my favourite top for months and just realised i left it at her fucking house. its these small reminders that make it hurtful. i want that top back. i want to go back to that night and not talk to her or drink that much. i really fucking liked that top. i can’t even buy it again because it’ll freak me out and i can’t ask for it because im too scared to even look at her. i can’t even wear the jeans i like because i remember looking down at them when I thought I had stopped bleeding, literally 5 days later, and i saw blood in them again. i want to wear my own fucking clothes. i want to look at my own body and feel like me.
