If you want to kill yourself, kill what you don’t like. I had an old self that I killed. You can kill yourself too, but that doesn’t mean you got to stop living.
The life we’re given is on a thread, so wear it well.
I keep trying to use other boys to fill this hole in my chest you left me with but it’s like I can’t because they aren’t you and everytime they say they have feelings for me I want to cry and scream because it’s not fucking you and you should be here.
let’s play a game where we both get under the covers and see who can make each other moan first
literally like. i’m not ~~~attracted to~~~ my friends but. they’re all attractive. like, wow. fuck. i am surrounded by hot people. i hope other people see how hot my friends are. i hope they see us in a group and are like “holy shit. so many hot people. hot as stars. that’s less of a clique and more of a constellation”
My team like