That’s fine, mom. Scream at me more. Tell me how worthless I am, how big of a bitch I am, how I “ruined your life”. You’re fucking psychotic. But don’t worry, this all just adds up to more broken skin that leads back to you.
“so if you wanna burn yourself remember that i love you
and if you wanna cut yourself remember that i love you
and if you wanna kill yourself remember that i love you
call me up before your dead, we can make some plans instead
send me an IM, i’ll be your friend”