i’m so so tired, but i’m not sure if I actually am or if sleeping is my way of dealing or not really dealing with this.
Today doesn’t feel real.
how do straight people even function when they are so fragile that my existence can ruin their marriage, life and ability to raise their children
It scares me that when I drive into Wagga I feel like I’m home. Sometime in the past 5 years Wagga became my home and wow do I miss it and the people here.
Cause reckless is fun when your not the one that gets hurt..
I will never be anybody’s first choice. Cause I’m just not (skinny, pretty, funny, intelligent, witty, sexy, classy) enough.