I Just Want Someone Who Can’t Get Enough Of Me. Someone Who Will Find Out My Perfume Brand To Spray

The last thing I wanted was to be alone in a room with my fucking thoughts.

i have genuinely destroyed my entire life and can’t even handle the consequences

Why is it so hard to ask simple questions like "hey you wanna calling just feel like I can't cause I'm bothering people

i was so naive covering my body with scars thinking that somebody would notice and care, now i know that nobody cares no matter how bad it is and now im left with my body covered in scars. all for nothing.

lay on my chest while you tell me about your day

Me on the inside

Trauma messes you up I can remember the most horrible gut wrenching thing yet I can't remember faces and the full picture