i screwed up. again.
I wish I was pretty but like actually pretty, not “my friends and family think I’m pretty because they’re my friends and family” pretty
you say you want to die but you still put that seat belt on and look both ways before crossing the street. You lock your windows and doors, and you would scream if someone was following you late at night. You would run for your life.. but you do want to die; you just want to die on your own terms.