Nsfw.

I'm always fucking up everything, no matter who I talk to and no matter what I do. I'm sick of this.. Can someone please just bash my head already?

i am never going to be good enough.

you’re going to leave like everyone else.

whether it be because you got bored, or because i upset you, or because you realize i’m just not worth it,

you’re going to leave.

and i’m not ready for you to go just yet…

how do i care about someone without my entire existence revolving around them or is that just my default setting forever

a scalding hot shower, the warmth pelting my raw skin, sounds appropriate for not being able to handle an entire hour.

Not to be an absolutely deplorable disgusting whore but like

What if we held each other softly and shared our deepest thoughts and interests with each other

What if we were completely vulnerable and raw, seeing every flaw and crack but still decided to accept each other exactly as is, rigged edges and all

Is that too slutty guys? I know I write some real fucked up shit is this too far-

do i really have to fucking die to mean something to someone.

“that’s ok i understand!!!!” but it actually made me sick to my stomach

you dont think youre a good person, and i think im worthless and pathetic.. hehheh,, whats the bet these thoughts stem from the same place/ch you have not proven yourself to be a bad person, and i hope you never will. i dont care who says otherwise. <3 -⛓

perhaps.

thank you, however. i appreciate it.

i really do.

nsfw. tw.

please, please, please.

i need you to tell me how to do it. how to get off. i can’t..i can’t do anything unless you’re telling me how.

i need to give up control, let myself be a little braindead, let myself be truly yours, in every sense of the word.

mark me up, from the inside and the outside. i want to be nothing but a myriad of purples and blues and swollen reds, nothing but a walking show of your affection.

i’d let you call me the nastiest, most vile names. i’d let you use me whenever you want…i’m made for your pleasure. i’d let you use me whenever…please do. that’s how i know you enjoy having me around.

i woke up like this, and it’s awful. i feel squirmy and pathetic and disgusting. i feel like someone’s abandoned puppy, wandering the streets, waiting for be picked up by some kind soul…

i’ll be so, so good for you. the perfect dog. just please, keep me around? don’t toss me to the side once you’re done with me…

why do i feel rejected so easily