Struggle

Just before I write these I have seventeen million sentences in my head.

They all sound futile, stupid…when I get here.

Fuck fuck fuck you.

I probably cling to John because he’s the only thing that I know will never hurt me directly.

Everything. is. a. fucktard.

Tabitha is annoying.

I don’t have anybody.

Never will.

I fucking hate you.

*cuddles non-existant Babypie*