My Head Hurts And I Want To Cry Because Of Snakes. I Mean, Look At Them!!

My head hurts and I want to cry because of snakes. I mean, look at them!!

They are just so adorable

My sister and I are just scrolling through her instergram and I see someone I don't know and ask who is this?

And she answers with oh, I was in jail with him.

She is an activist btw, she didn't actually do anything.

Tw: ed

I don't know if I'm getting sick or if it's the lack of food troubling my body.

Tw: mention of sh, drugs, overdose, sexualization

I had a dream and it was so weird.

Like, at first at was more of a nightmare, everyone left me, I was self harming in the dream and I looked like shit.

Anyway, when I got to my room in the camp where the dream was playing, there were two men and that is awesome.

Because I asked if I could have a cigarette and one of them made me one and there were drugs everywhere and the man just gave me the drugs for free when I asked.

And they were like really nice and told me I looked pretty (even tho my face was all red and swollen from crying) and explained how to take the drugs that I haven't taken before.

And they were like also really big on concent, since one of the drugs was a love drug and they were like, you both gotta consent!

And I think they also kissed once and laughed and than I think I died because of an overdoses and woke up??

It was so weird, anyway, I really want to actually meet two people like those two, I just wanna be held and comforted...

Maybe I'll just go back to sexualizing myself for attention, it's easier and I really want to feel wanted rn.

But I also know that it's a terrible choice...

What should I actually do? I don't know, I just don't know.

I'm crying how can he be so good? How can someone be so kind and loving towards me?

I don't get it? It feels so good.

He wants to come over even if I am sick and have to study?? What the fuck? I didn't know people could do that?

I'm actually crying, Noone ever did that for me. Noone ever cared like that??

What the actual fuck, I am feeling so much??

the goal is to become somebody my abuser would never recognize. to gain a glossy sheen of joy across my eyes they had never seen when i was with them. to laugh loud in a tone they've never heard before. to be the warm sunshine and the blooming flowers and so, so much more than what was with me inside the box they buried me alive in. every cell regenerated, every square inch of skin revitalized. you don't know me anymore. you will never know me again.