stupid



slowly becoming addicted to working

i want to go home i want to go home i want to go home and i want to be okay and i want to be hugged and held and i need someone to kiss my jaw and eyes and let me cry into them. i am so so so lonely and i can’t handle it again. i’m too old but i’m still too young. i hate feeling like this. it’s selfish of me.

i wish i was the water and didn’t have a body and moved carelessly and freely without the weight of limbs.

feelings are weird and attraction is weird and idk what to do with these two things.

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can i just talk about the things i would do to brian molko circa 2001?

but seriously excuse

but seriously excuse

excuse

excuse

And the crippling anxiety and sadness begins again.