missing someone is a form of self harm. i hope you miss my abuse, and i hope you think of me every time you’re in pain. keep telling yourself you’re better off, whatever helps you sleep at night.
i’d do a lot of shit, a whole lot of shit, but i’m not chasing anyone through the woods. wrong mommy dom, genuinely where i draw the line. would rather eat a pair of jeans.
afternoon, my mood sort of turned around this morning after being around some good people. no beer today, not right now at least. say hi if you’re feeling like it, say hi to snowflake too.
that bratty shit around me will get you murdered. not the right person, you’re going to piss me off. i can take it in doses. small doses. very small doses.
i hope that i’m able to acknowledge my accomplishments the way that i should one day, as opposed to having this “that’s what you should’ve done anyway” mentality. this need for order and structure will ruin me, it has already. i need to go to sleep.