i hate when i get a new follower and i can’t tell if they’re a fellow girlblogger or a creepy old man cosplaying as a girlblogger
I LOVE being autistic and trying to communicate because every time it’s
no one gets everybody dies like i do. (when i cry i comfort myself by sayibg 'we'll still die/kill out selfs anyway dw')
okay fuck i cried cuz i got overwhelmed by things i cant control
i hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate my brain.
sorry i wasnt responding my brain kept on yelling that you hate me
people don’t understand when i say i love billie eilish, it’s on a much deeper level. like she’s the only person who actually speaks out about things that happen to girls. like there are things she spoke about that i have related to thinking it wasn’t normal and i was the only person. i relate and understand her in so many ways. people just think that i like her because of her music and how beautiful she is, but it’s not only that, she makes me feel seen and loved and cared for when i don’t feel any of those. honestly and genuinely so beyond grateful have her still here, i don’t know what i would do without her. she’s saved me so many time. i love love love her so much.
、『light of my life, fire of my loinsbe a good baby, do what i want』
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