Status: probably adding forever or until I fix myself
Pages Where I Can Scream
FIRST AID
I don't want to be someone's first aid kit. If that's all I can get, then I just want to feel hands between my thighs, not feelings.
Everyone I've ever been in an actual relationship with has always been injured and in this weird fucked up place so my professional diagnosis is that that's why they liked me.
It's like I only fit in a fucked up place.
And you only smile at the doctor when you're hopeful.
I just don't want to find out what happens when they're all patched up and ready to leave the infirmary.
And now here he is, bleeding out on my shoulder clots of little sweet nothings and I can't decide whether to check his pupils or just pull the plug.
Everyone I've ever been in an actual relationship with has always been injured and in this weird fucked up place so my professional diagnosis is that that's why they liked me.
It's like I only fit in a fucked up place.
And you only smile at the doctor when you're hopeful.
I just don't want to find out what happens when they're all patched up and ready to leave the infirmary.
And now here he is, bleeding out on my shoulder clots of little sweet nothings and I can't decide whether to check his pupils or just pull the plug.