Hahaha shut the fuck up nobody likes you anyway
It’s always weird to expect it to be different with every new person you like the least bit. The memories and feelings you create are different. But the outcome is always the same; they always leave. Sometimes for good, sometimes for the worst. Sometimes for no explanation at all. It’s even more weird how you have to go through that awkward stage of change of doing things you used to do with them by yourself. Or listening to your favorite song without having them sing along. Or appreciating a piece of art without their commentary to agree with yours. Or even to just walk around and live without their being by your side.
Sometimes you miss it. Then you realize that’s life and people are meant to come and go. But you wished they had stayed.
— Anthony Bourdain
You continue to burn holes into my delicate skin with just your eyes at a glance. It hurts, it’s torture. But that doesn’t matter to you. The mere fact that you’re causing pain, in even the most minuscule of forms is the satisfaction you’ve been longing for. They say revenge is the sweetest thing you could ever taste. Is it bitter and cold? Much like your own soul that used to shine like the sun through a stained-glass window on a cold November day. I hope you look in the mirror and burn your pale skin staring into your reflection. It’s even now darling.
The next time I give my body to someone, they must be able to swim into the depths of the rest of my being. That includes my soul, my heart and my mind. I want them to not only feel the warmth of my skin but the electrical currents rushing through my bloodstream underneath. I want my heart to feel close to jumping out of my chest—all it’s glorified blood and stitches and all. I want them to feel me breathe in a rhythmic motion that cannot be mimicked by any other distorted sound. I want to feel like I’ve lost all control but have given a part of myself to someone strong enough to hold onto such fragile, delicate pieces of a girl who’s never truly been held onto.
Who invented Russians anyway ugh frustrated with your bitch ass so much
I’m sorry that I’m so unmotivated today but I’m tired and I’m fed up with all of these close-minded people in this run-off town. It’s the same repetitive routine every single day. I just want to feel alive but it’s so hard when you’re living but barely existing.
I can feel parts of my body shutting down. Goodbye bits and pieces of my half-eaten brain. As long as I’m getting A’s in school and I feel good, I’m fine. I’m happy as a fucking clam and nothing’s better than your own self-worth and happiness, right?