often draws quite the audience.
Thinking of him makes me sick to my stomach.
I’ve been through worse but it doesnt matter.
On the tip of my tongue are all the things i wanna say
But i cannot take the dive.
I want to rid myself of all thoughts of you,
claw at my memories, because the hurt im feeling right now
is ripping me to shreds.
Its seeping out of me and I can’t control it.
I’m tired of talking about it, I’m tired of feeling it.
Why did I do this
when somebody compliments your sense of style
I dont know how but I gained a couple followers…
dont be scared to talk to me, my ask is there for your convenience
hey babe *wraps you up in a blanket* i know today might have been hard for you *ruffles your hair* but you made it through the day *boops your nose* you’re doing such a good job *kisses your forehead* and i am so proud of you
Where are you?I need said individual.