Fuck you for ever laying hands on me, you sick bastard. I was a fucking kid. Fuck you for being the reason I’ll never be able to have a stable relationship. I can’t even have a stable friendship. Fuck you for taking my innocence. I can’t function properly. And it’s all your fucking fault. Fuck you for these insecurities I have now, nobody will ever be able to love me. I hate you. I hate you for making me hate myself.
mermaids don’t have thigh gaps but they can still lure men to their deaths
i hate when people pour my cereal
they don’t know the amount of milk i like
they don’t know how much cereal i want
they don’t know me
they don’t know my life
they don’t know what i been through
The older I get the more I realise there are no grown ups and nobody knows what the fuck they’re doing.