go away, wait, no, stay.

my bed smells like you

but I won’t see you for at least two weeks

my fingers are super bloody

whoops

hahahahhaa

truths I haven’t totally admitted to myself (or anyone else)

1. my hands have been shaking way more lately
2. my anxiety is back in a way it hasn’t been for a long time
3. I cry probably at least daily
4. I’ve been thinking about self injury in a way I haven’t for a long time
5. I have ridiculous mood swings (so even though I feel these things so intensely, I’m really happy a lot of the time)
6. I probably smoke too much weed
7. weed doesn’t work as an anti-anxiety drug when you can’t take it when you’re the most stressed out because you have to be sober to do the work you’re stressed about

procrasturbation

I hate you I hate you I hate you OH HOW I FUCKING HATE YOU

I looooove sundays

I feel lonely all day

I miss my boyfriend all day

I miss my best friends all day

I usually have a ton of work to do that I don’t ever do

aaand I can’t use the kitchen for a significant part of the day because my roommate decides to do something elaborate and gross and smelly and that takes a ton of time and the use of every single surface in the kitchen

waiting for the last of your three roommates to leave the apartment so you can take care of your female morning wood

leeavveee my vibrator is loud i don’t want this shit to get awkward

AHAHAH! Especially since blood makes him woozy. We had drunken period sex once and as soon as he turned on the light and saw his bits covered in blood he passed out. It’s funny looking back.

that’s some fuckin’ great feminist revenge if I’ve ever heard it