Get Out Of My Way, I Need To Hide

Get out of my way, I need to hide

fuck love

I probably wouldn’t be like this right now if I stayed off my phone. Social media is triggering.

I want to fuck my body up holy shit

Sex makes me angry. I hate myself for being a product of it. It’s dirty, it’s disgusting that I am inherently associated with it. The fact that people can imagine me having sex or being in a sexual situation makes me paranoid, sick to my stomach. I don’t want to be human, humans are dirty and sex-driven. I want to fly away to a universe without sex. It’s dirty it’s dirty it’s dirty

The blood on my hands is drying, I don’t know whose blood it is, time is running out. I don’t remember how it got there, but with my lips parted moderately, I can practically taste it. I need to move, I need to run, but I can’t stop staring. Don’t touch me, don’t save me. I’m sinking, catatonically