every note on this = an hour of me not masturbating
9 hours i can manage that
in elementary school i hit this kid cause he said i cant punch and i broke his nose and then my stepdad picked me up and the office was like “you have to say sorry” but then the kid was like “but she proved me wrong, she doesn’t have to say sorry” ladies and gentlemen my best friend of many many years
this is violently beautiful
I’m not angry. I’m BITTER. Like something that rubs your mouth the wrong way. Like a tart-ness incapable of being sweet again. Something that makes others turn their face in reaction to flavor. I’m fucking bitter. And I’m bitter because hate. Hate is a thing that exists to me and it flows through my fucking veins. I never knew I could hate someone to be honest. But when I hear your name my face changes temperature. My jaw clenches and I want to hurt you. Physically because that is the only hurt you seem capable to feel. I don’t need fancy fucking words to make a poem to express how much you destroyed me. For years you tormented me and to others I just seem crazy and this just seems like heartbreak but it’s not. It goes way deeper than that.
there was a lizard in the shower so i said hello to it and the person showering next to me was like “hi??” i wasn’t sure whether to carry on the conversation or be like sorry i was talking to a lizard