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If you can’t get a boner for me or make me feel happy, relaxed or good about myself I don’t want you.

I’ve done more than enough. I’m not the bad guy. I don’t want to be this overloaded. It’s supposed to be fun to help me. These are supposed to be the sexiest years of my life. I don’t need anyone who makes me think differently, not even want to brush my hair or get dressed up. This weird, silent purgatory where you want to convince me I’m a roommate is not doing it for me. I want mister slaves, a trip to Disney and to relax. Not whatever this uncomfortable thing we have is. I want to be one of those girls getting awards, encouraged to write + be an activist and not worrying about sheckles. You’re the only person who tells me my writing is trash and I don’t need, deserve or want that. Idk how you could actively discourage me from writing poems when it’s one of the only things keeping me mentally healthy enough to keep going without enough help. You’re insane for taking all of this for granted. I’m not a villain for asking for help. I’m tired of writing these essays online and being dry from cognitive dissonance and feeling so ugly because you refuse to tell me I’m beautiful. What the fuck am I doing being with you or taking care of you for when you do less than bare minimum. 

 I’m happy I made enough rent for next month but I don’t want to live month to month anymore while you get to pursue a degree and job that gives you health insurance, dental insurance and 401k and all those things I don’t have. I can’t waste my time on losers anymore. I need help making sure I’m mentally safe and strong and I’m not a monster or a villain for asking for help to keep me safe and strong. 

One day, im going to get what I need and ask for and you’re going to wish you helped me take photos from behind at a downward angle. Im not the villain for being willing to put a dick in my mouth and take pictures of it so that one day I can have 7 parks around the world or at least a small home with a yard and be able to have a family that will love me.

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