sum THOTS
Straight love stories go like:
Prince meets a broke chick with a totally effed up family who somehow manages to get him turned into a rodent and a pumpkin cuz she dropped her mfing shoe but says “know what, shorty is cute, lemme wife her”
I butchered Cinderella didn’t I ...
Anyway, wlw love stories go like:
I know u think about me when u kiss her and it’s like wanting coke but getting Pepsi.
Shit ain’t accurate.
Idk how to get helped in therapy bc she asks “how many times have you thought about the breakup”
Doctor, that ain’t the right question at all. It’s not the breakup, it’s you. And I’ve lost count.
Why does my heart hurt that the Instagram pictures were archived when that was inevitable and it’s about time?
excitement over a new show is so very brief cuz I wanna tell u about it and I can’t.
I got new cozies but they don’t measure up.
I cut my hair for a new beginning, but I’m still daydreaming about the past. Not in a way that I want it back but I wish I coulda fixed it and I hate myself a little for not having that magic.
Got the docs with a zipper in the middle. And a whole bunch of clothes I don’t need. I’m tryna fill a void. It’s not working.
