Stop expecting me to be all friendly with you if I come home and I’m very obviously feeling like shit “Oh when I come home in the evening I always make sure to say hi even if I’m having a bad day” well good thing I’m not you. Sometimes I wish I could tell my mom to shut up when she goes on her rants I’d much rather you slap me across the face for giving you attitude like you used to. My arms would feel nice covered in scars I want them to puff up and get infected in a nasty way dw
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