multidimensional game of ping pong in my head
multidimensional game of ping pong in my head
i feel sick i feel like im decomposing. i want to tear my own self apart. at least this shit makes me tired. i wish you’d fall asleep with me
i wonder if i love disgustingly. there’s no one to tell me otherwise. ill be left wondering to the day you get tired of me or the day i die. or ill just find a therapist idk. doubt that one
you get so cold and distant with me when you’re hurting. i can’t help but feel like a kicked puppy. but i understand
you’d better fucking be asleep.
no it really doesn’t have much to do with my hormones, does it.
am i disgusting, do i make you uncomfortable?
it’s every single month. can you just make it through this one? im scared for next month. maybe everything will go wrong maybe things will spiral so fucking out of control that there was never even a chance for anything to go right. but this is meant to be, right?
i cant keep doing this
feel like im gasping for air. but i wont cry. i cant. if i let it go ill break again. and if im lucky you’ll see it. i dont want you to see that. what the fuck am i supposed to do right now