Slut is my gender

i did not moan while i was drinking your blood and even if i did it meant nothing. i hate you.

you should do it. oh, don’t be shy, i know you want to. it would be so laughably easy. i always let my guard down with you, and you’d win in a fair fight anyways. you’ve thought about how i’d look. jerked off to it, even, but the real thing would be so much better. and wouldn’t it feel so, so good? you know, i’d probably even forgive you. eventually. at the very least i’d stay quiet about it. sure, maybe i avoid you at first, until i realize how much i need it, and come crawling back to you. then you could do anything you wanted, and i wouldn’t tell a soul. yeah, anything. you need it, and so do i, even if i don’t know it yet. so you should do it. finally give in. do it. you should do it.

you seem avoidant for a girl who’s so hungry to experience the full breadth of human connection

All my haters become lactaters when they suckle at the teat of success

All my haters become fellators when presented with the cock of victory

All my followers become judgemental when confronting my posts of internet

Dude they should sexually take advantage of me on drugs id be so compliant.

i don’t think enough of you were weird abt my butt so. be weird abt my butt again. okay?

girl who is so so scared all the time. girl who once passed as 'smart' but now finds it hard to think. girl who's always half lost because of memory issues and dissociation and trouble with inhabiting a physical space. girl who is a failure in a way that is neither interesting nor endearing.