no one ever asks how my day went
I’m about to get a shot of B-12 in my ass in the parking lot before my writing class
Ever since I got my hair cut this way
I’ve been having to take a comb everywhere I feel like such a douche
I really can count on anyone
I realized this long ago
But I get my hopes up often
Then the truth starts to show
Feelings and emotions are like trashcans, you fill them up and empty them out periodically.
stay away // charli xcx
i knew you were no angel
but, god, what did i do?
Won’t you just stay away?