Thinking A Lot About How Nostalgia Is A Lying Cunt

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

isn’t it kind of awesome how we are all still learning and isn’t it kind of terrible how we’ll never completely figure our shit out

i think and feel so deeply, and i’m terrified that no one understands. i am terrified

blehh :P

Thinking about how when I woke up from a nightmare in a friend’s bed I wasn’t scared. Usually I wake up in cold sweat fearing god. Friends are so magical, they don’t even have to say anything to make you feel better sometimes.

why were you put in a psych ward

I was creative and ahead of my time

what a strange thing it is to have your heart in one place and your body in another

I just hope there are people who are actually enjoying their Christmas

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