anything that is slightly important to me at the moment i hurt.
I either act out and run away trying to be helpful.
or try to not be hurtful at all and then i fucking am.
i feel like my 16 year old self again. In pain all the fucking time. Yet this time it’s not the glow of crimson against my thigh, it’s drinking and smoking that’s giving some form of comfort. Better of two evils i guess.
When the fuck did my life decide to turn upside down?