do you ever catch yourself thinking in a different language? the other day i found myself lost in portuguese thoughts. then i remembered i don’t speak portuguese and i actually wasn’t thinking anything at all.
but to make something ABUNDANTLY clear:
You do not know my mental health history, and before this moment, I have not felt the need to acknowledge these private issues on my blog.
I will not provide you with fodder for your voyeuristic jerk-off fetish for sad girls falling apart. This should not…
In short: I’d rather you disengage from this viral manic pixie dead girl fetishism. (I hope you can understand that)
Im done over and out my dear