﹒ ◠ 𝓓𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝓓𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐲 ⊹ ﹒
Like any other drastic changing teenage life which involves of course an older guy with a large age gap.
˖🫐⋆࿐໋. "i came across those autumn eyes in a dream." ──★ ˙ ̟👼🏻!!
I just feel so lost. Like being stuck inside of a never ending hole, that loops on for centuries, gradually turning into dust every epoch arrival, at this point i didn't even know the answer to why i was feeling so agonisingly traumatically wretched, as if a babies heart was being pulled out of its system by a careless numbing arm, left with a pathetic burning sensation, refusing to numb the core. The pain lamentably roofless as they rip the pleasurable heart out full of joyful wit full tears blasting out aloud.
๑‧˚꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦˚‧๑˖💌˖๑‧˚꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦˚๑˖
I lied to tom, the burns worse than what i've experienced, you'd except that i wouldn't be so eager to rip the skin off my arms and wrists, but i couldn't help, it brought a certain melancholic pleasure that you couldn't describe, the pain was terrible that i thought i was definitely going to pass way soon enough. I ran out of cigarettes and it had only been a few days, i wisely decided to use them inchmeal but instead smoked away like it was a blissful summer, camping in an unfamiliar field.
๑‧˚꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦˚‧๑˖💌˖๑‧˚꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦˚๑˖
Too many notifications pinged up on my phone, i groaned not bothered to answer. Probably my mother or something stupidly retarded like that, which i don't have time for. I only had time to absorb the enlightenment of physical torturing pain.
๑‧˚꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦˚‧๑˖💌˖๑‧˚꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦˚๑˖
At last, finally i'd stop cutting a few hours later. I checked my phone seeing bricks of messages from my mother, father and tom. I didn't even know my father had my phone number, my eyes widened at the possible chaos that would prepare to go unleashed at once.
