When I Go In A Room And Forget What I Needed I Become A Point And Click Protagonist. [water Bottle?]

Thirteen; 2003

I WISH IT HAD ALL BEEN DIFFERENT!!!!!

no one appreciates that i could be a million times worse

I'm going to *remembers suicide is often not a desire for death itself but rather an attempt to radically change one's life because the current state of being has become unbearable but the person can't think of any way to change it other than death* kill myself

"what was your childhood like?" idk I wasn't there

the women of america were once promised that butch dykes would be lurking in all corners of society, ready to corrupt our minds and turn us all gay. what ever happened to that. where are the butches uncle sam.

stepped outside this afternoon and it smelled like maybe everything’s gonna be okay

got that yuri on the brain