The world robbed me of my choice for it knew how good I would be with it

AND IT WILL BE A GOOD DAY ON EARTH WHEN I DIE

ONE LESS MOUTH TO FEED

I

DO NOT

MATTER

Unseen. Unheard. Talked over. Impatient. Without a say. Puppetted.

so sorry that my sadness is an inconvenience to you

i sure do enjoy being your second priority. thank god i still remember how to bottle up

here we go again.

What am i supposed to respond to with that? That all my gestures of kindness can be interpretted as shitty?

Instead of making me hate you can you trust me instead to hate you off my own volition

Maybe im old fashioned but i think its up to ME to decide who i hate and up to ME to decide who i care for

My first subtweet is pretty funny

I love my dogs so fucking much i need to explode if anything happens to them

i wish i wasnt worth less than a number on some paper that you'll do amazing on anyway

why is my heart so easily steppable on and no measures are made to protect it