sigh, warm butterflies will soon wither into angry morhs, eating at the fabric of my heart. waiting and airing.
:)))))))) so many things to say but i will say none of them. <3
no one deserves access to me, i’m a god.
nothing more fun than mania hitting you like a truck
it has to be, i can’t do this anymore,
def crying to sleep tonight but tomorrow! tomorrow will be better.
or die, one or the other. i will either come out of this a soulless monster of destruction, or dead