i think the best part about having conversations via text is that i can cry and text normally without skipping a beat.
this doesn't even make sense. the more i think about the the less happy i am because it doesn't make any fucking sense. i know better. i know better. i know better. i know better.
i think of a small bear in a box and i can't
i feel like i can't breathe
this isn't okay but i can't tell if it's just me
this week has been fucking stupid and awful and i fucking hate it