me: what’s for dinner?

her: *spreads her legs*



so, did you not cook or ….. cause popeyes closes at 10 and i need to leave now if i’m gon make it. 


I’ll never truly explain what I feel to you because:

  • I don’t want you to worry about me
  • you’re wasting your time
  • I don’t want to admit I have a problem
  • Its better if no one knows
  • I don’t want to be a burden
  • I’ll feel guilty because I made you worry
  • I’m fucked up
  • I don’t even know what’s wrong with me
  • I don’t know where to start