I question who my friends are everyday….that’s a sad way to live huh?
"WHAT DO WE WANT"
"WHEN DO WE WANT THEM"
maybe in like a year or two when im hotter and skinnier so i can look good in them
This is the second time it happened. And today, I was driving. She held me from the back of my chair with her arm around my neck and her hand over my mouth. I couldn’t breathe, because her weight was crushing against my neck and mouth. I couldn’t try to fight her off, to free myself from her fucking madness because I was driving and I couldn’t move. I started coughing for air, against the pressure of her hand, but I still couldn’t get a healthy breathe of air. Finally, I started to get light headed, I started to feel my head wobble around in circles from the lack of oxygen. And then she let go, slowly. Almost as if saying that she will finish the job. Some way, some how…. Scariest part was, that she was me.