chokes on my own spit and dies
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venusundaehonestly every time i'm like "now this is top tier #lesbian aesthetic and i'll never top myself" something even gayer happens and it's entirely my fault
whitney asked to come over early to hang out before we drove all the way out to pv (kill me i hate pv) together for shakesbeer (which i didn't hate so it's okay) and i didn't say no so i spent all morning cleaning my room lmao. which was good bc i honestly hate living in a mess and i know i had purposefully given up my claim over this space so i could leave it behind and when spooky shit happened i no longer had as powerful a say over tellin shit to hop tf outta my space bc it wasn't mine! i didn't own it!
anyway i found this old ass thing i wrote, probably in some group therapy session bc it was in my clinic binder w all my dbt handouts and crisis plans lmfao. and god it is just. the gayest shit.
that strawberry sweater sleeve shit is a real thing she told me once i am not even just being indulgently poetic
ahdskjgbrfesnd thank god that's over wew
whitney asked to come over early to hang out before we drove all the way out to pv (kill me i hate pv) together for shakesbeer (which i didn't hate so it's okay) and i didn't say no so i spent all morning cleaning my room lmao. which was good bc i honestly hate living in a mess and i know i had purposefully given up my claim over this space so i could leave it behind and when spooky shit happened i no longer had as powerful a say over tellin shit to hop tf outta my space bc it wasn't mine! i didn't own it!
anyway i found this old ass thing i wrote, probably in some group therapy session bc it was in my clinic binder w all my dbt handouts and crisis plans lmfao. and god it is just. the gayest shit.
April 11, 2016
I feel so lost right now. I think that I've finally realized that [NAME REDACTED ALSKFDHD] and I will just never get back to where we used to be. I was so mad at her, but I still wanted so badly for her to still be in my life. And it was confusing but anchoring? It gave me something to hold on to. I know who I was with [STOP SAYING HER NAME OMFG]. She thought I was picking strawberries and warm cozy sweaters with holes in the sleeve for your thumbs. I thought she was dust sparkling in the sunlight. I really did. She was my everything and just saying that makes my nose itch with sadness. I feel like my whole life is over.
that strawberry sweater sleeve shit is a real thing she told me once i am not even just being indulgently poetic
ahdskjgbrfesnd thank god that's over wew
