i wish i could stop myself from this self destruction. i have a metaphorical tic in my brain. i am witnessing myself falling back into my old ways, i need a day in my room with tea and books and no phone and pencils and paints. STAT.
i wish i could stop doing things i knew i didnt want to do.
and note to self: people really do not care about you.
easy lucky free
fancyfuckingfly
i suddenly remembered i do have pink cigarettes on my nightstand.
things’ll be savory.
won’t you tell me your name?
that the boys i’m attracted to and the girls i am attracted too are two completely different types. this might be the source of all my problems. fuck if i can help it though…
oh, new york.
pools of sorrow,
waves of joy
Email: Clementine.chloe@gmail.com
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