Bitter

My name is Mai, not my real name but someone dear made it up for me a long time ago.

I’m 22, I like anything what to do with art

This is my diary, I don’t expect many people to read I or even look at this stuff besides the people I talk about

I’d love if someone did though <3

There’s something wrong with me and I’m trying to work on it but this is where I keep some of my more weirder thoughts.

I’m always open to be friends, dms always open.

There are so far 8 main people I’ll post about on this blog and I’ll update it there’s ever more

-pretty girl , -pretty boy , sweet pea,, amor , honey

These are all special people to me who have caught my attention

Thanks for reading

The way I miss you

The way I reach out when I’m sad

I’ve had to undo the need to come to you

Little by little

But I fear there's none of that present in me

There's not a pinch of sweetness left

It feels like I'll never be held the way I want

You could take me apart with your bare hands and I'd thank you

Please

A touch is enough

Your scent

Your touch

They’re so amazing

I feel Sick to my stomach

There always has to be a motive or an underlying thought about it

I feel so performative but it makes people happy and it makes me happy too