u gonna regret not textin me back when my mixtape drop
So I’m sitting in my bed with my blanket over my self looking like a damn teepee. Wha I’m doing under here is thinking how fucked I am and regretting a lot of the things I’ve done both recently and in my past. But on top of that, I now have to resort to holding inanimate objects that can’t love. And all I want is to have a body that will both love, support, understand, and care. And it sucks that I’ve thrown it away. I’ve gone through hell.
"why do you like floral prints so much" because i’m not a person. secretly i’m just a mass of bees. trying to blend in with humans. unable to let go of my love of flowers