I think I’m emotionally constipated because I haven’t given a shit in months
I don’t care who you fucking think you are
If a kid wants to show you something they’re proud of, you better fucking act impressed
I don’t care if it’s a small score on a video game or a piece of art made of nothing but blue paint or even a fucking fake burp
You better fucking act like you just saw Jesus materialize out of thin air.
You don’t know how hard it is to resist looking at my phone to see if you even bothered to read my message…
I wish someone knew the real me..
I’m just too scared to tell anyone.
if you ever see someone who has self harm scars DO NOT fucking point it out in social situations