saturday night consisted of getting really high and watching a weird-ass movie with a kick-ass confusing guy. i don’t want to kiss anyone else anymore. anytime i have it’s just not as good, not right, not comparable. and i’m covered in bruises, but sex bruises are good bruises they say. i’m still stuck in this circle, i don’t know how to end it or if i want too, it all comes back down to wanting you.
my thoughts during school
- me: why
- me: i wonder when my teacher lost their virginity
- me: what if a man with a gun walked in right now
- me: whens lunch
- me: the fuck is this
- me: why are you here
- me: can i kill all of you with one bullet
- me: what if i locked all the girls in the locker room and made them fight to the death like the hunger games
- me: what if i stood up on the desk and ripped off my pants
- me: dont touch me i have more followers than you
- me: ugh
