this is a mouth that needs religion.lately my wrists and ankles have been bothering me, not pain, but discomfort, to the point where i want to break them off. (she knows how much i hate my hands, i haven't seen her in so long). there's so much i want to do but i never do anything and i feel like the biggest waste of flesh right now. i feel disgusting and disgusted, and i would not be surprised if the people around me became just as disgusted by me as i am.
i am pretty upset that looking at your screen name still makes my heart jump. that is so tenth grade. i am somewhat uneasy as to why i even started talking to you again, or vice versa, because now it just makes things even more confusing. but there's no way to change it now, unless you start ignoring me again. and even though i'm confused by this situation, i hope you don't do that. i feel like i fucked up a whole lot of things and always find myself falling back into these problems, and all i want to do is turn back time but i know that is 150 percent impossible. i keep thinking about this time last year, when we went to the beach and took a polaroid that i still think is beautiful. after that we went to longstreet farm and it just felt good to have you by my side at a place i used to visit when i was little. i still want to pick pumpkins with you.
to the two of you who walked out of my life, one of you had better make your way back in soon.
what is so wrong with me that people just leave me? i don't get it.
oh lord please fix this mess.
i am pretty upset that looking at your screen name still makes my heart jump. that is so tenth grade. i am somewhat uneasy as to why i even started talking to you again, or vice versa, because now it just makes things even more confusing. but there's no way to change it now, unless you start ignoring me again. and even though i'm confused by this situation, i hope you don't do that. i feel like i fucked up a whole lot of things and always find myself falling back into these problems, and all i want to do is turn back time but i know that is 150 percent impossible. i keep thinking about this time last year, when we went to the beach and took a polaroid that i still think is beautiful. after that we went to longstreet farm and it just felt good to have you by my side at a place i used to visit when i was little. i still want to pick pumpkins with you.
to the two of you who walked out of my life, one of you had better make your way back in soon.
what is so wrong with me that people just leave me? i don't get it.
oh lord please fix this mess.
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