a concept: heavy rainfall when you’re tucked up in bed. like if u agree.
Hi… I would just like to inform everyone that I am doing much better. There was calm after the storm and I am healthy.
this looks like a mugshot but it’s not. i’m starting to embrace my features
I went looking for trouble today. I use sex as a coping mechanism and I almost tried to have sex with my roommate to fill a void. Every time I heard a noise, I’d perk my chest up and see who was in the kitchen hoping that it was him so I could do something sexual. Not to mention, I’m trying to lay my boss. Who am I these days? Why do I seek the wrong kind of attention? Fuck you, Rachel.
I haven’t been the same since he died and you can’t expect me to just snap out of it. I’m currently trying to find a new way to live and you just need to get the fuck over that. Sorry that you get to have a family with the person you love, but I don’t get to have one with the person I love and it fucking kills me every single day. You’ll never fully understand what I’m feeling because you don’t care enough to try. You cried with me while we were DRUNK but then get angry when I talk about him when we’re sober. You don’t get to fucking do that. I have been there but the one time I need you you treat me like I’m not even worth your time. I’m just so done with you. I’m done with us. You only care about yourself but occasionally you’ll try to be there so that you can continue to bitch about yourself. You’re not a good friend so you say that everyone else is the reason why your relationship with them ended. I’m just so sick of you not pointing the finger at yourself. I need to grow up? No. YOU need to grow up. Get the fuck over yourself.
Sincerely,
A Heartless Whore