worldsendinwhispers

to things right away it isn't because i have an ego the size of j lo's ass, i just... am horribly inactive on here mostly i just poke around the front page, browse the artistic nudes, and check to see if my pageviews are in the negatives yet or not but if i'm going to post shit on here, and people are going to write shit about my shit, then i'll respond to your shit with shit and all that good shit this is the second journal entry that has abused the word shit that makes me mildly nervous thank you for all the love, support, and caring bullying regarding my current whiny teenage pussy status <3

do you still exist do you still sleep til 5 and smoke til 6 do you still light up whenever someone tells you we need to talk do you still shower after midnight is your favorite color still green do you still know mine's orange do you still have my drawings do you still think they're sexy do you still dream about us fucking do you still want to fuck do you still give a fuck do you still insist it'll be okay do you still insist you want me do you still insist you want this do you still think my hair is pretty do you still think i don't need any makeup do you still have that notebook with the drawing of the chair do you still h

oh my god, oh my god, i feel it griding against my bones, the past is stirring behind my pale winter flesh and i can't stop  it, i'm still that little whore who would cry in the library alone, who would cry when she heard to trixie and reptile, thanks for everything, who would cry when she was stripped skinless for the world to see, oh my fucking god, i'm falling to fucking pieces, and i cannot do this again, i'm trapped, i'm trapped, i can't cut the strings because i'm in too deep, because i fucking lied, i'm lying to fucking everyone, and the strings are all crossed, and oh my god, i can't cut them or we'll all fall down, down, oh my fuckin