Tag: broken, fia

I think happy thoughts and feel happy things and I do not let myself near the swirling black edges of the hole that is my soul when I look at them.

I wash myself clean of guilt, of pain, of fear, of emotion. I am the ocean. I am empty. I am nothing.

I don’t want to think about things like normal and safe, things I can’t have.

I am a girl in want of complete destruction.