Me in two sentences.
I won't get jealous
Who's this fucking whore
"I used to walk into a room full of people and wonder if they liked me… now I look around and wonder if I like them."
"Sometimes, I feel like ripping apart my skin and searching for a reason for why I feel this empty.
Maybe my veins are tangled, or something is lodged in my ribcage. Because it feels like something inside of me is missing or broken."