"this has no lyrical content and its garbage"
shut up bitch im tryna get wild not contemplate my existence
The thing is, like she already knows what she wants to talk to me about and I’m already tensely thinking about what not to say so hopefully it won’t be like those convos where she springs shit on me and I actually talk candidly
which p much always ends up being the utter wrong thing to do, getting me yelled at
Hahahahahahahah, gonna have to talk important shit with my mom once she gets home at 3… How much do you wanna bet it turns into her making me feel like a piece of shit and then I have a meltdown before work???
It’s probably not that bad?? Maybe??
I mean she still hasn’t said shit to address when I told her about my fucking mental health, though I guess since we were screaming at each other she ‘didn’t have to actually listen’…
She also commented on my hickey and that ‘wow, it looks more like a bite mark. Glad to know you have passion in your life’ (not sarcastically but still)
THAT got my hackles up because it’s like, hell yeah bitch I feel so out of control of my life the LEAST of my desired sexual coping mechanisms is being bitten. I was so angry that it’s like, either hurt me sexually or let me run my arm down the fucking stucco, but it’s gonna happen.
I might try wearing the captive ball ring that ended up being too small for my lobe as a faux septum ring just to get a feel for what it would look like if I did get it pierced.
(I really wannnnnaaaa)
I want corn dogs and a new job that pays more and also has a hot older male manger pls thnx