behind the tears, inside the lies, a thousand slowly dying sunsets.
i’m jealous of people who have cute laughs and fast metabolisms and nice teeth and good hair and can just make any outfit look good and get along with everyone and are great at sports and do well in school because none of that is me
so it’s been over a month now since i’ve seen the psychologist and for some reason i’m scared to go back. i think what made me stop going was that i realised that they don’t know anything about me other than what i tell them, so how can they help me if they haven’t been around to see what i’ve been through or how i really am. i guess i feel sort of embarrassed...
gayn: i dont think ill ever get over the fact that ill never know what its like to have a boner
a haiku on self loathing
drugaterian: horny and lonely all i want to do is drugs and sleep forever
porndirector: sometimes i just like to tell people to shutup even if they’re not talking