sometimes I get so angry
for allowing my feelings to fester up,
grow like twisted vines.
because I swore I’d be independent,
swore I’d keep away from temptation,
but here I am,
dabbling in the art of
just a little too much.
thick thigh struggle is when you can’t ever get too attached to a pair of jeans even if they’re you’re favorite the constant friction of your thighs rubbing together are going to make holes in the crotch and destroy them. say goodbye pal.
Fuck's sake. I was doing so well here. The horrible thoughts are creeping back. I thought I was getting better. I thought I was recovering. Please just let me recover, please, I don't want to be sad like that again. Please.