It’s one thing to believe that you are unlovable and worthless and too much for anyone to handle or love. And it’s another thing entirely to learn that you were right.
I never thought of her as Oh my girlfriend. I thought of her as (insert name here) but now I can’t think of her as her name, just as my ex girlfriend.
we are now playing the game of how many times can I break into a pieces before I am too fucked up to function
I wish I had less flaws,
I wish my heart didn’t hurt
I wish it’s broken shards didn’t cut others,
when they’d try to fix me.
I wish It wasn’t broken.
I wish I wasn’t broken.
I wish I loved myself,
perhaps as deeply as I love them.
I wish I was flawless,
or just had flaws, less.
My sexuality and my sexual orientation are mine and mine alone. My age does not negate this ownership, nor does my gender or sex. I am not ashamed about my desires or thoughts or choices and I fully accept this beautiful part of myself. You are officially (if it wasn’t official already) an asshole for spying on me and then throwing the information you found in my face. But I do not give a flying fuck. As far as I am concerned, I’m going to college in a year; until and even after then, you can just suck my dick.
Cuddling is about making her feel safe. To have your arms around her so she feels protected. Running your fingers along her arm and gazing into her eyes. No words will need to be said, for she will feel the love in every kiss. With her head against your chest she can feel your heart beating for her. Letting her know at that very moment nothing could go wrong.
the two things i want right now: alcohol and a fucking razor.