You think because he doesn’t love you that you are worthless. You think that...
“…it’s much easier to humiliate, degrade and just generally shit all over someone than it is to admit that you love them.”
I don’t care if it hurts, I wanna have control I want a perfect body I want a perfect soul I want you to notice when I’m not around You’re so fuckin’ special I wish I was special
“How many, How much” How many slams in an old screen door? Depends how loud you shut it. How many slices in a bread? Depends how thin you cut it. How much good inside a day? Depends how good you live ‘em. How much love inside a friend? Depends how much you give ‘em. by Shel Silverstein
I’m enjoying it cautiously
you’re boring me.