i’m happy, and its weird. i’m saying stupid girl shit, and that’s weird, too.
“…in that drunken place
you would
like to hand your heart to her
and say
touch it
but then
give it back.”
oof dark circles.
i haven’t cried in two years.
its officially aug 17th and its officially the day one of the best guys i have ever known died on his way home from my house.
i still remember the lasts of everything. like it was yesterday. like it was forever ago.
today is a day for not getting out of bed.
It feels really weird to know i certainly have an eating disorder but am still overweight. It also feels weird that i have never, not once, said either of those things outloud.
i’m so tempted to chop all my hair up like this side.
Perfect weekend.
“what’s in your purse?”
imma simple girl.
