-Rarely was I ever trusted without the suspicions. And very few could ever love me without the conditions ♥
rereading my own writing is just a constant fluctuation between “damn, girl, you wrote this? (affectionate)” and “damn, girl, you wrote this? (derogatory)”
I am also “damn, girl, you wrote this? (forgetful)”
Damn girl, you wrote this?
Damn girl, you wrote this?
Damn girl, you wrote this?
I just rather sleep man like I never felt so not like myself like I feel like I’m living in a bubble
This was suppose to be good for me
I hate it
You ever feel so incomplete no matter what u do for someone it’s like you trying to feel something by pleasing others and it just makes u feel like total shit