so fucking over my stupid dumb meat shell and general appearance, like it’s not just bad body image anymore i just feel so TRAPPED and that i’m not in the right body i don’t recognise it i don’t want it to be mine i’m just over it.
“Two people who were once very close can without blame or grand betrayal become strangers. perhaps this is the saddest thing in the world.”
— Warsan Shire
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
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.