thought, but nontheless true:


There’s a war inside of me
I feel like, I wouldn’t like me if I met me
I feel like, you wouldn’t like me if you met me

Take your heartbeat and go back to the snowwhite peaceful moments of being yourself but it doesn’t matter anymore, because you forgot how to feel about them when they made you feel ugly, not important, small and like a fucking whore. Take it, a piece of that delicious cupcake and give a shit. Have another, a new tattoo being made. Make them feel like not being welcome in your world anymore.

Louise did that, enjoyed her last beer for that day and went to bed to fly away.