and these stupid pills hardly let me cry

my eyes are red and swelling

so is my stomach

and my wrist

you say to me that if it's you, you're sorry

yeah fucking right

if it's you, you know it's you

but you choose to do abso fucking lutely nothing about it

you make me sick

-->>this hunger headache won't leave

&&& these tears remain in my throat

((don't you ever see me cry? bleed? i'm doing this all for you, so why do i tell you i'm definitly not, and how come you still can't recognize my scars))

god, but i'm nothing without you and this entry is too goddamn long.