Well, fucking hell. That's never a great way to start an introduction- it's too aggressive and forthcoming. Like I'm immediately telling you how shitty I feel with no softness to cushion that inevitable dump of emotion. It's like sex without foreplay; not that fun. But today, I couldn't care less. Why? Because there is nothing to give two shits about anymore. My crush got with my friend- said fri... » Continue Reading
I don't know how to feel anymore. You know that audio, "BMO always bounces back." I don't think I will this time. I never like saying that out loud. Or being that vulnerable, I guess. It just feels gross. Like I'm peeling away at myself and showing somebody else, telling them, "look at me! look at how fucked up I am!". I don't want to show people my insides because they always end up dissecting th... » Continue Reading
I want to be loved in a toxic smothering sort of way. An ugly raw kind of sick adoration that I should be scared of. That kind of creepy blind-sided attraction that's so horrifyingly addictive. I hate that i feel this way, I know its unhealthy. I know it shouldn't be romanticized nor promoted, but that doesn't help. I want to be used. I want rough, short lived love. I want a sweet, tender and car... » Continue Reading
I have no idea how this works, and I don't really like this font if I'm being honest. You know I really hate bananas. If you friend me we can talk about it, but god I hate bananas. Like, what good comes from a banana? You eat a banana and its thick and mushy and has those weird stringy parts on it. And whats more, bananas have too many consequences. Because when you have a banana, you can either c... » Continue Reading