always: i don’t want anyone to touch me except for you. but there always has to be a you, it doesn’t matter who you are. there just has to be one pair of hands that doesn’t terrify me. i have to choose someone, otherwise what kind of a life would that be? i miss you but maybe it doesn’t matter.
just wanna get rich enough to buy my mom all the shit she deserves and then die
tea time tea time
and it’s only wednesday so I may not get harassed tonight
mama says life’s all about the little things
my heart says yes but my mom says no