fuck you chelsea
you told me i should get over myself. this is just a quip. just a reminder. of how bad this might hurt to begin with. how bad it might get. and now im putting it aside. i hope you know that you could hurt me, more than i could hurt you. thats not true. i could. ive always been keeping tabs on who i could really rip apart if i needed to. wo would let me. i would let you. fuck you. you give me thisw shit and now im all lost. all fucked up in rediculous unexplained bullshit. tell me what you want. if you didnt want me there, go to your own bed. do you know that you're going to run me over? do you know whats coming? ill chew the ice. and ill let you go. i want to slip from your fingers. shit. why is this hard? im not regressing. i dont know what you want from me, but i want to be it. and i dont feel like there is much else right now. i dont want to tear myself apart for you. i dont want to keep collecting little htings so i can stare them down in a year and rememeber things. be who ive always been. be who you are. you can be the shit in my room that makes my new girlfriend feel like its impossible to penetrait. whatever.