me: mom i can’t go to school the stress is bad for the baby
mom: what baby?
me: me
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It’s nauseating to think about you
In the same way that it’s nauseating
When you indulge in too much
Of what you love
Cause I ran into you last week and it punched a hole in my stomach
I’ve been so overly flakey with everything in my life. I need to have someone yelling at me to get out of bed.
i’m full of too much love but i’m also full of too much mental illness
