it’s been a month and it took me two weeks to fall in love with you.
i don’t know if that’s bad, but quite frankly i could give 2 fucks. he is perfect. pure bliss. everything about him, to his smile all the way to his hairy feet. the way he watches me sleep, i just, gjnbsdngld
if everyone feels so fucking bad for me, then stop leaving me. spend time with me. talk to me. help me.
you’re doing nothing, none of you. i am alone most days, and most days i wish i were dead.
you see me rotting right in front of your eyes, you see my corps disintegrate but you just fucking stare at me.
you could save me you know.
when i realize i’m getting rejected by anyone, it doesn’t even phase me anymore. i don’t know why but it just doesn’t. it’s so normal that it doesn’t even hurt.