StillI always thought by now I would be an adult - that I would be equipped with the necessary skills and mannerisms to survive. But I’m notStill by ~BlueAngelsDoNotFly
1. I still get nervous going to dinner with people because I don’t like the same food as them and I KNOW they judge me for it. I have a friend who claims to be fussy, but my other friend just said ‘Don’t worry about it, if you think you’re fussy, just look at her. She will always be worse.’
Did they not see how silent I was? The way I looked down? I came to this dinner because you asked me to because you wanted an extra and you’ve just fucked me up for the next week or so before the next wave hits, so fuck you very much.
2. I still feel like I don’t know anything, and that I never will know where my life is going and I still don’t know what I want to do but everyone is telling me I’m going to succeed but I’m fucking not. Everyone says you’re going to be fine but that’s just b
God, this hurtsGod, this hurtsGod, this hurts by ~BlueAngelsDoNotFly
Not like before
She kneels in the dirt
Sinks back down, and goes for more
She could only breathe with blood under her nails
And the sharp ache between her shoulder blades
Or running up her thigh in the light
Dead on the floor in the dead of night
Head spinning as she feels feeling depart
Running to the floor like violent art
But this is not beautiful or romantic...
It feels so special but it's just sick
The blood and the skin may kiss tonight
But it's not meant to be like this...
Their lips should be separated by veins and nerves...
The break isn't in the skin; it's deep in her
Regret sinks in
She'll change her shirt
The light grows dim
God, this hurts