I am ok

I am fine sad but fine, I am sad (a doctor drugs me, and I hate him, named Dr. Who in code) i hate him

i am ok

i am sad

i need fluid

i am wet

i am pregnant

i hate myself

i need

hope

flowers

dreams

anything

i’m so hurt

i hit myself at night with my friend hurting me, smelling and making me cut

i was lost

i want to meet hope again

hope is forever

i know

i need a few things: a friend is a few things sasha now

i am needing four times a fourtime

Silverlake fake producer bar

Stevie Nicks's music helps

(this is not me, this is thoughts about alana haim)