breakfast just got a lot easier
I haven’t seen you in months. 9 to be exact, and I’m still so fucking angry at you. I want to turn up at your house and yell and scream. Which would unfortunately result in me crying. You made me feel as though I was holding you back and I was stopping you from being who you were meant to be but in all truth you were stopping me. YOU held me back. I never fucking said ‘don’t fucking leave the house and have a social life’. I encouraged it. Yet you wait until we’re over and then off you go and do all the things I wanted to do but you couldn’t be bothered with. You made me feel as though everything was my fault which was bullshit. I hope you wake up and realise you fucked up.
i have this problem that if someone displays the slightest form of affection towards me i will formulate fantasies of us being together until it physically hurts
things i told the internet, but didn’t tell my mom
35mm film scans
some pictures about my backwards concept of privacy.
i. it’s getting bad again
ii. this week i am struggling with self doubt and the transition from iced coffee to hot coffee
iii. i want to puke and sleep for six days
iv. i still can’t sit on your couch without shaking
v. i need other people to validate that i am important because i can’t do it for myself
vi. no one else has ever told me that i am desirable with the lights on