*leans in for the kiss but just goes for my own bicep instead*
No, I’m not ok. But I haven’t been ok since I was 11, maybe 12. I am still here though.
I’m still breathing. For me, sometimes, that will have to be enough
I am so sorry to all the people I hurt while I was hurting.
my response to everything is either no or i don’t know.
"okay class who wants to present first"
It’s so strange that autumn is so beautiful; yet everything is dying.
so there was a bug in my room so i got my mom to kill it because i hate bugs and then she was like
"you have to learn to kill bugs for your girlfriend"
and i was like
"ill get my boyfriend to do it"
and thats how i came out to my mom
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