life sucks. i have no goth friends to dance under overpasses with
*me reading a text I sent yesterday about my feelings*: who’s this

dermatologists hate me
and so does everyone else
Lola Falana: The Showgirl (1975 or 1976 I don’t fucking remember)
Me: I’m sorry
Someone: What are you sorry for?
Me:
I’m a dumbass and that’s just how it is
it’s not you’re* or your*. it’s all Mine. everything is Mine
when u already kno the truth and ur waiting for him to lie





