I don’t care that you can’t sleep right unless your arm is wrapped around me. I don’t care that you sound like you’re having a band dream unless you’re touching me in some way. You’re using me, and you have no right to feel secure. You should feel as vulnerable as I do, you should feel like you don’t have me. You should feel me slowly slipping away from your grasp and realize that you fucked up. You would regret hurting me and twisting that knife in my back, but then.. It’ll be too late.
SCHOOL IS STRESSING ME OUT MY WEIGHT IS STRESSING ME OUT ANXIETY IS STRESSING ME OUT MY FUCKING STRESS IS STRESSING ME OUT