Sorry For Acting Weird I Foresaw Omens In My Youth That Came To Fruition

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It’s actually devastating that I feel comfortable in anyone’s house but my own

sun bleached flies - ethel cain

feeling sick to my stomach and i’m literally about to arrive at the function aftuallyyyyyyyy kill me

getting my own feelings hurt over shit i made up in my head i’m tweaking it’s like i Want to be miserable and alone

i live in the memories of the abuse and i truly don’t think i’ll ever get out

I transitioned from a girl whose lips couldn't move fast enough. to a boy who the dance floor didn't love

catching myself lying again

the reality of my impurity bleeds through the screen of my irreproachable facade

is this who i really am?

yelling

To want and be wanted

i wish i found what i was looking for that day.