uhhhh....ignore.......favs from this week

feel something!! feel something!! why why why why? i think...i think...maybe????????? maybe? or something...or something...my room is too public so i've got to build a room inside. are you sane or just a pussy? are you sane or just dumb? i wish you would just hurt me the real way so i could call for help. at my worst i still need to be three times better than you. i build new walls out of my posters. i'm so confident in my fortune telling abilities i don't even try getting better. cut yourself for the panic of the blood loss, not the pleasure of the pain. but what if i make it home and i'm still the problem? i am so much fucking better than everyone at playing pretend! reading will turn you batshit crazy! empty promises of my rape. we can't talk if we're not soulmates. i am sitting with the screwdriver in hand, trying to be passionate about something again. too little, too late!! but that's no better than seeing her as a trophy. i'm coping great because i can't bring myself to care. but i know if i threw up you would say it's my problem i couldn't have swallowed. pleasure is dangerous!