"i Would Die For You" This, "i'd Walk Through Fire For You That"

I really wish it was socially acceptable to say “I really don’t care” and people would just say oh ok and move onto the next topic in conversation, no hard feelings

Lovesick and loveless

Empty hearts and empty stomachs

Quiet nights and weekend dates

With mannequins and seedless grapes

And skin too tight, too loose, too close

Skin on skin on skin on bones

Within these walls I cry alone

There's no one real inside this home

i am just very uncomfortable with the way i am perceived like there’s a disconnect between my actual identity and the identity ppl assume i have and it makes me uncomfortable and stressed out

teenage love.

i love when i warn people over and over and over again that i have "ugly" symptoms of my mental disorders and that i won't always be easy to deal with and they assure me it's okay and it can't be that bad and say all these nice things then fuck off and leave when things start to get tough. cute.