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Dr. Palmer would just love that shit.
Instead of applauding my impressive drawing skills, Dr. Palmer had asked me if I was trying to be institutionalized. I missed her energy.
My shoulders ached from carrying the weight of being the coolest person at the academy.
Great, I was being chased by a specter of the man I’d murdered. Normal girly things.
Hahaaahaha
I studied my cuticles. “Malum needs a tampon.”
Lololol
Normalize gaslighting men.
Slay
Mentally, I was a slut. Physically, I was terrified of intimacy. Spiritually, I didn’t like men.
Every day, I got sexier and funnier.
“Good girl, such a good girl,”
Oh shit john
My new aesthetic was cozy, drug-dependent swamp monster.
Felt
Now that I was staring at them, men were kinda ugly.
L o l
My personality traits were: (1) spiteful, (2) bitch.
“I’m Luka, his twin.”
Bro what the fuck
“To everyone I’ve done wrong.” She gestured to the room like she was making an announcement. “I just want you to know.” She put a hand over her heart. “I’d do it again.”
Hahaahhaaa period bitch
“I never said you couldn’t call me Daddy.”
Physically, I was hideous. Mentally, I was worse. Spiritually, I was a slut.
Hhahhhaha
“I loved you when you were a pretty boy. I loved you as a breathtaking woman, and I love you right now, my little wounded warrior. I will always love you.”
Wowwwww
Sun god, messing with him filled me with an immense amount of personal satisfaction.
Me pestering my baby daddy <3
