As always, I am Scarlet O’hara incarnate… And like she says, “Tomorrow is another day.” So fucking melodramatic, but whatever
All the while knowing that it has already happened. Now I just wish God would stop it from playing on repeat. Update: This is my current low point. Maybe posting this online will make me feel a little better, but fuck knows that’s a stretch
Attempted cure? Writing about worm rape. Thank God for some quality poetry.
