he made comments about my
body
about my
tits
hes a fucking adult
hes fucking
disgusting
fuck
I felt good in the clothes I was wearing.
I had confidence, even though it was tight on my stomach.
I had made so much progress.
everything
is
shattered
now
hes a fucking adult making comments about not being able to keep his eyes to himself
and shes still with him.
I dont feel safe, but I have to stay here.
he makes me want to die
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
Roses Are Dead
Thơ Cajust me writin' some stuff about the feels. Includes self-harm and other potentially triggering topics Will update when possible, which will not be every day. Sorry!
