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americasuiteheartsso, today is the last weekday before school starts (yes my school starts late as hell, florida’s weird) im going to miss waking up at like 12 o’clock every day. having to wake up at 5:30 for school should be fucking illegal.
but, im excited. i have to be. getting out has to make me feel less *bleh*. if not, ill have to go to therapy again and i really dont want to. i dont want my mom to act like im unstable or some shit again.
anyways, last night i went through my personal journal and dug out whatever line i liked:
“Wandering eyes don’t do you too well when I can’t wander out into your arms like I wish I could.”
“Peel back the petals of my heart. Rip it to shreds. Squeeze the middle until it bursts. Destroy me before I do it myself.”
“I’m a lap dog; something to be pulled around and shown off. A human accessory.”
I could live completely in my mind, I could just leave my body behind— blame it on the loneliness. An unadulterated mess.“
- r
but, im excited. i have to be. getting out has to make me feel less *bleh*. if not, ill have to go to therapy again and i really dont want to. i dont want my mom to act like im unstable or some shit again.
anyways, last night i went through my personal journal and dug out whatever line i liked:
“Wandering eyes don’t do you too well when I can’t wander out into your arms like I wish I could.”
“Peel back the petals of my heart. Rip it to shreds. Squeeze the middle until it bursts. Destroy me before I do it myself.”
“I’m a lap dog; something to be pulled around and shown off. A human accessory.”
I could live completely in my mind, I could just leave my body behind— blame it on the loneliness. An unadulterated mess.“
- r
