"slut era" i say as i rot and decay in my bedroom and watch the years pass me by as i miss out on core experiences other people my age are having while i think about the past
i hate to admit it but I get jealous very easily but not like an angry vengeful jealous more like a really sad lonely jealous because everybody i've loved has always loved someone else and i can't seem to get over it
imagina falar mal de mim enquanto eu to apodrecendo na minha cama quase me fundindo com ela isolada de todos os seres vivos ponderando minha existência sem conseguir me levantar
i wanna live alone in a small apartment so i can smoke and vape and drink and cut myself and touch myself and starve myself and no one would ever know because id never leave