i can’t do this anymore. i give up. life wins. let me bed rot for the rest of my days. i no longer want to face the world.
the feminine urge to want a boyfriend really bad but being afraid to kiss and show affection
the dichotomy of girlhood
i have spent so much of my life keeping things in, I genuinely don’t know how to let it out
you said you were sorry, but did you say it cause you meant it or cause I was leaving?
everyday i hope and pray this is all just some terrible dream and i wake up 7 years old again when all I had to worry about was what storyline my toys would have to put up with today
Jessica Harrison porcelain figures
no cause im genuinely convinced everyone hates me