I just keep thinking about the past.
I hate thinking about the past.
Why won't you just come back?? Why not?? WHY NOT?? did our friendship mean nothing to you??
Why did all of these people have to lay hands on me? Why? Why? Now I can't help but hate my body even more. Why? Why? Why?
Do any of you regret the damage you've done to my life? Huh? HUH? fucking hell. I feel so nauseous.















