I’m seeing the cure today with my buddy I haven’t seen in Ages and Her. We haven’t seen eachother since It. Man what’s even happening. I want to feel like a person again
Like 3 different ppl came up to me last night to grab at my waist and talk about it or say how skinny I was and far more told me how good I looked and. Whatever. I don’t feel like a person. All of you see straight through me. I’m out alone I want Someone anyone Help. Help!!!
The only thing I look forward to is going out at the end of the week. All I do is think about my body the whole time. I’m not into any of these people but I wish they were into me. I don’t like sex but it’s better than the alternative. Fuck the flies out my head!!!
“Lost Girl,” by Nabiel Kanan, is short and simple but wrecks me bc it feels very similar to a dream I once had. It’s a dream in of itself, of a girl who falls in love with what can only be interpreted as a more liberated, chaotic version of herself freely roaming the world.