or my cheeks?
Who told me to stand with my legs apart
and my hips thrust back
to create the illusion of a gap
between my thighs?
Who made me believe that the most beautiful part of me
is my negative space?
Fuck this and fuck you fuck fuck fuck fUCK FUCK
I Don’t Know How Much Vodka I Put In This But I’m Going To Drink It Anyways: a memoir
I wanna jump off a building and not die just relieve stress by slamming onto the sidewalk and then get up and go get a slurpee or something