sexuality is literally the most fluid thing ever and i have no idea what to think anymore the only thing i know is that hot people are hot
I’m one of those bitches that totes just looks off into a class and longs for a steady friendship. /Sigh/
Every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness. The very water I drank, the very air I breathed, would feel like long, sharp needles. The pages of a book in my hands would take on the threatening metallic gleam of razor blades. I could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me when the world was hushed at four o’clock in the morning.
Actually freaking out right now for like no reason. I’m going to cry in fucking math class. No. Not now, fuck.
I can’t handle drama or anxiety at all and I’m to afraid to make new friends when my old ones leave. So many of my friends leave and I just can’t make new ones because I’m SO afraid of everything that comes with making new friendships.