I don’t know what I want to do or where I want to be right now; it’s making me freak out and I can’t handle it.
I’m stressing about everyfuckingthing right now; work, home, him, London, love, attachment… fucking everything and anything.
I’m so scared and I need to cut. But I won’t, because I can’t hurt people like that.why can’t I just escape it? Why does he keep popping up, ffs. Fuck off.
why the fuck do people still think it’s okay/funny to make rape jokes?
it’s not funny, its not okay and it sure as fuck isn’t gonna be excused because you didn’t ‘mean’ it.