everyone will at some point be called a cunt.

 

i went to this store in london today called ho-panda. it was a store just for panda bears. i literally had to say i was going to smoke and stood outside smoking and crying so hard. it was like i could hear andreas voice again, smell her, feel her. i miss her so much and i have been lying to myself thinking i didnt or pretending it was okay to feel like this. i wanted so badly to call her and sob to her. sob and tell her how i felt.

all i want is to message her and ask her if she misses me. like i miss her. if she does i would do anything to get her back. but i sit here and type. so scared of rejection. i just miss her. she was who she was. and i am so fucking pathetic i cant tell her. i hate how this hurts. how it eats me up. how i need her. but i dont really hate it at all.

i am so sorry andrea. baby i miss you, i love you.

Paint yourself a picture
Of what you wish you looked like
Maybe then they just might
Feel an ounce of your pain

Come into focus
Step out of the shadows
It’s a losing battle
There’s no need to be ashamed

Cause they don’t even know you
All they see is scars
They don’t see the angel
Living in your heart

Let them find the real you
Buried deep within
Let them know with all you’ve got
That you are not your skin

Shane: We’re gonna get you help. We’ll get you help. Okay?
Jenny: I need help. Don’t I. I’m really fucked up.
Shane: We’ll get you help. All right?
Jenny: Okay.