I want the deepest, darkest, sickest parts of you that you are afraid to share with anyone because I love you that much. And now I'm showing you mine. I'm but an average, untalented girl living in suburbia attempting self-discovery. I am ordinary. I live an easy life and yet I'm still unhappy; I'm hoping keeping track of my thoughts will make this easier to understand. I care little for other people's emotions. I lie to others to make my own life easier, but not ever to ease their suffering. I will not lie to you. My thoughts are my own, not easy words fed to me by my parents or my government. I am part of no church, and I believe in no god. The only thing I need to be saved from is my own mental unrest. I ate his heart then I swallowed his brain. If you don't love me back, I'll do it again.
Posted on 22nd February 2012
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To add to this unbelievably shitty night, I have fresh stretch marks. Fucking kill me. I hate myself so hard right now.

  1. pallasites said: If they’re new try Bio Oil. I swear it’s the only thing that works for stretch-marks/scars Get em while they’re still fresh so they are less likely to stay
  2. sprinkledwords said: But stretch marks fade and everyone gets them and no one really minds. Promise.
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